Blizzilla. January 2017.

The mention of snow on the Outer Banks causes widespread panic.
One-half inch of snow brings the Outer Banks to its knees.
The shelves at Food Lion will be wiped bare.
No bread.  No milk.  No toilet paper.
And mind you -
 no snow down here ever lasts for more than a day.

In deference to our snow,

I'm paying homage to our necessities.

(And it's not that I don't happen to have these items

on hand ALL THE TIME.)

I have plenty of toilet paper.

I have homemade bread.

Screw the milk.  I'm lacto-intolerant,

so I have water and wine.

 

Oh goodness.

It hasn't even started snowing yet...

What now?

Make more bread.

And I have paper towels!

Oh my...

The first flurries are starting.

Irene likes all types of weather.

Remember, she came to live with me during a hurricane

by the same name.

RUN!!!!!

Thankfully, the mail is still running

and I got my new Hammacher Schlemmer catalog

with a $7000 perpetual motion clock on the front cover.

So I made my first meme.

That's what Outer Bankers do when it snows.

One flake or two.  Makes no difference.

We're all a bit CRA-CRA!