Today is our nearly annual Seattle Snow-pocalypse. Everything is shut down because, well, we’re not good in the snow. People like to drive busses off ledges, play pinball with their car down steep car lined streets, and cancel school because it “smells like snow.”

We are not a hearty stock. You know what? I’m ok with that. When you have a job that affords you the opportunity to eat chorizo and eggs that your beautiful wife prepares, sit at the table with kittehs snuggled around and kick out tons of good work in front of your glowing computer … why would you want to spend three hours out in the cold with a ton of yahoos who have no idea how to drive in the snow?

Now to find those mini marshmallows…