It is snowing here, and the Weather People say we will get a few inches tonight. We haven't had any significant snow fall here since Christmas, whereas Chicago has been -- in the snowfall sense -- kicking our chilly ass. I spoke with my brother-in-law in Chicago the other night, and he referred to it as "a tundra." And I nearly said, "It can't be a tundra, because tundras are relatively dry." I stopped myself. Because that is the kind of know-it-all, smart-ass comment that I have been making since the age of 5, the thing that drove my father -- and many, many other people -- crazy.
Example: my niece, Maggie, aged 7, who last summer said to me, "Were you smart when you were a kid? Because you sure think you know everything now." I could only sputter and laugh, when what I really should have said was, "Takes one to know one!"
Because that girl, she is a Becca in the making. She once engaged me in an argument about double-dipping that went on and on and on. I tried to explain why it was okay to double-dip when your dip (say, ranch dressing) and dipper (carrot, potato chip, what-have-you) is on your own plate and it not part of a shared, communal dish. But that didn't matter. Double-dipping is evil. I finally had to give up. And that was hard for me. Because, you know, I'm an adult and I know better. And I always have. So shut up about it!
I did reel myself in, and kept my tundra climatology lesson to myself. But I did look it up online today, and I'm right: tundras only get 6 to 10 inches of precipitation a year, whereas Chicago has had much more than that. I don't know exactly how much, because I didn't look that up. I have my pride, you know.
So there.
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