The one big storm of the season hits the same day K’s mother flies in from Poland. What were the chances of that happening?

Apparently, 1:1, according to the weather folks.

Come Thursday morning, we were all bracing for a huge blizzard. School was canceled; businesses were closed; the whole city expected to be shut down. When we woke with no snow, meteorologists assured us that it was coming.

Thursday afternoon — “Folks, it’s coming. We’re going to have freezing rain in the late afternoon and early evening, and it’s just going to be dangerous out there.”

Thursday afternoon turns into Thursday night, and still nothing. Not even a single flake.

“I think these forecasts must come from grocery stores,” a friend laughed.