Yesterday everybody had their fingers crossed for a snow day. Since everybody expected one, naturally, I figured there wouldn't be one. I figured God would roll up his sleeves and knock us all off of our asses. I figured he'd make it 70 degrees and sunny.
Turns out, we were both right. Partially.
I heard rain on the roof and figured any snow that had fallen was washed away. I was right. Then, I heard mom come in to turn off my alarm.
With not an inch of snow on the ground.
It just doesn't get any more bizarre.