On today’s Morning Browser, I took a look at how local TV news stations were teasing us yesterday with a little snow foreplay action. I wanted to be teased and sought it out.

I woke up a little breathless and feeling like I was on the verge of a full fledged snowgasm, even though it’s not expected until tomorrow. They say we’re getting 1-3 inches, but I’m thinking I should lower my expectations even more. I’d love about six inches, but I’ll settle for one as long as it really rocks my world. You know what I mean?

Ironically, every single TV news station’s story yesterday in advance of tomorrow’s expected snow was exactly the same: how the Tennessee Department of Transportation (TDOT) is prepared to attack the snow with brine and beet juice. What a total snowgasm kill!

The worst thing that could happen when you anticipate a snowgasm is to expect too much. You want to get to the point where you want a cigarette whether you smoke or not, and that usually requires ignoring the meteorologists. What you don’t want is a bunch of nothing and way too milk and bread on your hands which seems to be where I’m heading if I don’t snap out of it!