[The scene outside my front door on Thursday, February 18.]
On Thursday, I called my BFF who lives in a necklace (Annapolis), to tell her that we got out of school early, and I almost didn’t make it home because some ninnyhammer was blocking the road.
She wasn’t very sympathetic.
It probably had to do with the 55 to 80 inches of the white fluffy stuff that’s fallen over that way. She’s been out of school for a week now and just a tad bit grumpy.
By Friday morning, the 1 to 3 inches of snow predicted for the Dallas/Ft. Worth metroplex mushroomed into an official 12.5 inches. Of course, all the weather forecasters had excuses as to why they missed the “Snowstorm of the Century.”
Those same weather
forecaster talking heads were blah-blah-blahing that there wasn’t going to be much accumulation on the roadways. They were chatting about that at the same millisecond that I, along with my three other hall monitoring buddies, were watching the kiddos out in the parking lot lobbing snowballs while some poor maintenance worker unsuccessfully attempted to shovel away snow with a shovel that more aptly belonged in the Ag barn.
You would think those weather
forecasters talking heads ninnyhammers at least would have popped outside every once in awhile to take a gander at the sky.
So for that, they deserve the Ninnyhammer-I-Can’t-Forecast-My-Way-Out-Of-A-Paper-Bag-Snow-of-the-Century Award.
Now, back to our little snowball fight… Ours never escalated into an all out melee like over at Skyline High School in Dallas. You can read about it here and watch the free-for-all caught on video by WFAA reporter Brett Shipp here.
No siree, missy, none of that at my school.
Of course, our administrators stayed on top of things. When rumors started flurrying about a planned schoolwide snowball fight, we just didn’t let the kiddos walk outside unless they had to get to the Ag building or the field house.
It’s amazing what a little common sense will do, and for that, let’s give my principal the Common-Sense-I-Can-Probably-Forecast-Better-Than-Those-Ninnyhammer-Weathermen-Snow King of the Century Award.
And while we're talking about amazing things, one of the freshman principals deserves a very special Neither-Rain-Snow-Nor-Stiletto-Heels-Wearing-Snow Queen of the Century Award for running speedy-quick through the snowy, slushy parking lot in stiletto boots to nab a perpetrator for
- failing to obey the edict to quit lobbying snowballs and
- for sagging.
Of course, it probably helped that the kid’s pants were falling down as our Stiletto Heeled Assistant Principal grabbed him. All that raucous gave me and my hall buddy Rhonda a chance to chant, “Pants on the ground, pants on the ground, lookin’ like a fool with your pants on the ground…”
Geewillikers, I love this job.