Something peed in your bed.

So my scariest law professor did kinda earn some points today trying to tell us a story about how while reading to his children when they were younger he realized that Dr. Seuss' Sneetches book was a great Equal Protection Clause story and YOU COULD SO TELL from the way he retold parts of it that not only had he had to read that fucker one billion times, but that he probably had about three children. Some of us (older people) appreciated it more than others. I thought it was really cute the way it was burned into his head, like Goodnight Moon is in my family.

Also, days and days have gone by where they predicted "rain and snow showers." Dick. Bupkis. Nada. And right now I'm sitting in the fifth floor library reading room. The southwest wall is floor to ceiling windows with a great view. I don't know how or why, but apparently everyone looked over at once--out of nowhere it just started positively shitting down snow. After a beat, everyone just started laughing.

And already the snow is dwindling back down. Sigh. I'm ready for spring of course, but if it's going to be cold it should really just snow already. Is this New England or what?!