Don't Tick Off the God of the School Superintendents

You know back on December 17, when I was all smug about my son's school district calling a snow day when we didn't actually have any snow?

I'm never going to do that again.

The snow hit the next day. It finally melted enough last night to reveal the final missing newspaper. (There would have been a lot more except that my dog is awesome. Seriously, we could turn him loose with a brandy flask in the Alps to search out missing skiers. Or at the very least the kids could send him and the flask out to me in the driveway as I'm spinning my wheels yet again, trying to escape our neighborhood. I mean, it's not drunk driving if you can't actually move your car for two weeks, right?)

(Note to my kids. And the police: I am kidding.)

I have to admit, I feel kind of responsible for the six separate snowstorms (yes, count 'em six, in an area that usually gets maybe one a year) which paralyzed our city. I think I brought down the wrath of The God Who Watches Over the Poor School Superintendents Who Have to Make These Decisions Based on Flawed Information and Then Get to Take Crap Over It From People Like Me. And believe me, he's not a god to be trifled with.

I am sorry, Seattle. I swear I will never make fun of stupid excessively cautious school decisions again.