We Southerners are a strange bunch when it comes to snow. We see it so seldom in any appreciable quantity, that we all become 6 year-olds at the mention of the word, much less the actual product. And then, after the initial "oh boy....SNOW", we get all panicky and go in to "milk/bread/eggs" survival mode. I bet Friday at the grocery stores was crazy. It's really amusing. Tomorrow it's supposed to be 60 degrees.
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