Proof that Portland gets snow:

(For your viewing pleasure – my neighbour’s lights. The house flashes like a spaceship and the dinosaur’s tail moves. And there’s a palm tree. Because Portland.)

We got an inch of snow yesterday and the city has officially lost its mind. Traffic gridlocked and then stopped. People were stuck on highways for hours. There was peeing in cups. Children got stranded on school buses.

(Don’t mock them too hard. No sand/salt trucks + hills + all-season tires = a polished skating rink. I wouldn’t drive out there even with my winter tires.)

School’s cancelled again. And even The Husband gets a snow day – his office is shuttered and everyone’s been told to stay home.

Alas, for those of us who already work from home and have a major software release breathing down their necks, all this means is that I have to type so furiously I can ignore the smell of popcorn while the fam watches their Alien movie marathon.

(No complaints. We’re together and safe, the heat and lights are on, and the fridge is full. And our cups are blessedly pee free.)