It's gotten a little cold down here in Georgia. The thermometer says it's a balmy 27 degrees Fahrenheit - perfect weather for snow.
The kids around here are very excited about the prospect of having big fluffy flakes falling from the sky. So excited, in fact, that they had to do a little dance.
I had gone to the bus stop to pick up my son after school, and found a very interesting sight. Seven kids were in the middle of the street, jumping up and down, waving their hands, and shouting who-only-knows what.
"Okay, kids," I said. "First of all, you need to get out of the street. I don't want any of you ending up as pancakes! Second, what in the world are you doing?"
"The snow dance!" one kid said.
"The snow dance?"
"Yeah! It's going to make it snow. Guaranteed!"
I nodded. "Okay. We'll see how that works."
So here we are, almost 24 hours later, and still no snow. I think they'd better work on their technique. (Or maybe just try flushing ice cubes down the toilet, like we did in Ohio. It worked every time!)