We interrupt this regularly scheduled blog to tell you there is a chance of frozen precip in the area. Jen could not be available to write her Pulitzer-worthy post today because she is busy begging her Lord for snow and ice. She cannot be torn away from the snow altar she has built in the back yard for occasions such as this. These special prayers take concentration and sometimes it takes many hours to get in "the zone."

She and her friend Holly have a ceremonial snow dance.
It's a little bit tribal--a little bit funky. It's pretty complicated. The Running Man is involved.

After the praying, after the dancing, they sing snow related songs. Songs such as "Let it Snow! Let it Snow! Let it Snow!" and "Walking in a Winter Wonderland" and "If It Doesn't Stinkin' Snow and Get Me Out of School, I'm Gonna Hurt Somebody." That last one is an original number. They have a copyright pending, so attorneys will be contacting you if you try and use it.

When all else fails Holly and Jen, both educators and shapers of young minds, start looking for student sacrifices. Strangely enough, there's always volunteers. And then they say, "Um...we were kidding. That was our crazy, zany sense of humor. We would get in serious trouble with your parents if we did that...unless you sign this waiver."

Please return to whatever you were doing. Like looking at a real blog. And remember this possible frozen precipitation possibility in your daily prayers. Or your thrice daily prayers. Facing Mecca. Whatever.

If you are stumped for the words to say, here is one the ladies sometimes use:
Our Father, who art in Heaven.
Hallowed Be Thy Name.
Thy Snow Flakes Come,
Thy Temp Will Fall
Moisture in the air, as it is on the ground.
Give us this day our frozen raindrops
And forgive us for our global warning, as we forgive absolutely anyone you want us to if it means we can have sleet.
And lead us not above thirty-two degrees,
But deliver us from fronts that barely miss us.
For snow days are the coolest, the neatest, and most relaxing days ever.
Amen.