Ill-timed Weather Joke

No one in Springfield is happier we received less than 12 inches of snow than I am. In what I thought would be a harmless bit of levity, Sunday morning I jokingly said we should pray for 12 inches of snow because our missionary family visiting with us from Nicaragua had never seen snow. We don't have to worry about that any more. They have been quickly initiated into the world of snowy wonder.

It seems Springfield will end up with maybe 8 inches of snow. Everyone else is sad, but I am relieved. No resignation letter from me will be needed. I am grateful for the 4 inches of snow that did not arrive here. In the future I promise I will be less likely to make jokes about the weather. My life is a hoot, an event always waiting to happen.