We caught wind of a giant storm coming our way today. The storm was supposed to be SO big that it was rumored that BYU and UVU (our two universities in the valley) were closing their doors in the early afternoon. Jed went to get some groceries for us, it was time. He swore he'd never seen such a frantic group of people shopping--like it was the last night we'd ever spend on Earth. Later in the evening, when the whole city had their groceries tucked away behind boarded windows, and because my sister had my two oldest for a sleepover, we took Julian and went to Target. You would've thought we were in a zombie movie--and we were the only humans left. The music wasn't even on in the store. We kept a close watch on Julian in case someone lurched slowly toward him chanting, "brains!"
I ventured a question, "Is no one here because of the--"
"The storm" the checker interrupted.
Right. The storm. Jed and I walked back to our car (brains intact) drove through Wendy's (even got cold frosties) and back home to our cozy house. And here we are chuckling that the state that boasts, "The Greatest Snow on Earth" got scared enough to stay home on a cold night with a little bit of wind. What are we, California?