I see all the pictures of snow in Tennessee pop up on my Facebook feed and I feel a little tinge of jealousy. Then I remember where I live. I live in Jackson, Mississippi. We can’t drive when it rains. We panic when there are flurries. There is apocalyptic meltdown when the flurries accumulate. White death blankets the land. People lose theirs freaking minds .
I think about the burning buildings, crushed cars and icy doom. Then my little tinge of jealousy melts as fast as a Mississippi snowfall.
I’ll just run and buy milk and bread and live vicariously through everyone’s photos.