But since he gets called in or has to stay late whenever there is severe weather, there's a downside to that. In particular, it's not so nice when the forecast is this:

SNOW people. On Sunday. In March. In ATLANTA. And not like, Blairsville or Helen. In THE CITY.
Okay, everybody, I don't know how to do a no-snow-dance, but I'll make it up. You do it, too. Then we can all move on and get to spring. Which is way nicer than this gray muck called winter that's been hanging around the last few months.
All together now...
Noooooooo snoooooooooooooooow!
Dolcemente,
Lindsay
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