I was promised snow. They said it was coming. I saw the radar... it couldn't miss us. It was meant to snow all night and all morning.
We got no snow... well, we got a "light dusting". Please, I have more dust in my apartment.
This may sound rather childish (it may actually be rather childish), but let me explain:
I am from Australia... Western Australia to be precise (those of you familiar with a map of Australia will realize that W.A. takes up about 2/5ths of the country, so precise may not be the best choice of words). We don't get snow in Western Australia.
One of the joys of coming to the US of A was the chance to see snow; to see it fall, to see it accumulate.
Now, I understand that snow can be a pain. I also understand that I am in a part of America that doesn't get a lot of snow. I am fine with that. I just wish to point out that if you build my hopes up by telling me that we are definitely going to get snow, and lots of it, then we had better get more than a "light dusting"...