Solution Man

DCA

IAD

In the Mid-Atlantic, we fail more before 9am than most southern cities do in an entire winter

Who is this lol? @CentralVaNATS

I just like to use the meme on him. Don’t get to use it often

We take

More interesting as we get closer

Don't be sorry...what's the forecast?

Except Ji

See Nj2va post ^

Maybe it’s a broken clock, would love for it’s depiction to be correct

A broken clock is right twice a day, too bad the Canadian isn’t a clock

That’s right, enjoy this wonderful season

Looks like chances are on the increase

A few more scraps on Christmas Day

I’ll take scraps

No

Thought things would change upon your return?

It’s not that bad, the GFS broke just camp and left us with a bag of coal.

Closer to 70 than snow

We fail good

Thanks

Thanks

A little humor, hope I don’t offend sorry for the banter 'Twas the night before Christmas, when all thro' the forum, Not a creature was stirring, not even storm banter; The forum stockings were hung by the chimney with care, In hopes that Bob Chill soon would be there; The members were nestled all snug in Ji’s care, While visions of frontal passages danc'd in their heads, And Mappy in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap, Had just settled our brains for a short sun angle’s winter's nap When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, I sprang from the bed to see H2O’s banter. Away to the window I flew like a flash, Tore open the shutters, and viewed the brown lawn. The moon on the breast of a new storm gone wrong, Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below; When, what to my wondering eyes should appear, But Bob Chill’s sleigh, and eight tiny rein-deer, With a little old driver, it was not a stunner, I knew in a moment it had to be an apps runner. More rapid than eagles his coursers they came, And he whistled, and shouted, and call'd them by name: "Now! Bristow, now! Leesburg, now! Cape, and Stormchaser "On! Wiggum, on! Weather Will, on! Eskimo Joe and Terpeast "To the top of the front! to the top of the strong block! "Now dash to the ridge and to top of the trough!" As dry leaves before the negative NAO to fly, When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky; So up to the house-top the weenies they flew, With the sleigh full of Toys - and Stormchaser Chuck too: And then in a twinkling, I heard on the fireplace flue The storm the he promised and a Arctic front too. As I drew in my head, and was turning around, Down the chimney Bob Chill came with a bound: He was dress'd all in cliches, from his head to his crown, And his clothes were tarnished from what just went down. A bundle of toys was flung on his back, But he look'd like a peddler without a backpack : His eyes - how they twinkled! his dimples how merry, His cheeks were like costal runners, his nose like a frontal bummer; His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow, And the beard of his chin was like an occluded frontal show; The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth, And the smoke it encircled like a Norlun Trough wreath. He had a broad face, and an Apps Runner too That shook when he laugh'd, as the dry cold front blew through: He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf, And I laugh'd when I saw him as the Climo went stealth; A wink of his eye and a twist of his head Soon gave me to know that it would be snow. He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work, And fill'd all the stockings; with sleet like a jerk, And laying his finger aside of his nose And giving a nod, up the frontal passage he rose. He sprung to his sleigh, to his team gave a shout, And away they all flew, like the rain through the downspout But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight- Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night.