You call that snow?

While all of Atlanta goes gaga over the flurries we had this afternoon, buying up all of the bread and milk at every grocery store and canceling school for the rest of the week, I can't help but think of how my relatives in Indiana would be laughing if they could see us now.

While my friends and coworkers are in panic mode, driving twenty-five on the highways with their hazard lights on, here's what my parents are dealing with in my hometown:

We aren't really getting snow, Atlanta. We're getting a few minutes of amusement that won't even be on the ground come morning. It's fine to go out and start a snowball fight or stand on the porch and marvel at how pretty it is. We don't get much, so that's understandable. But if you start to panic over these few flakes, please look at the picture above and remember that the people who live in that neighborhood don't even cancel recess when everything turns white, much less school and work. Yet, somehow, they survive.

Seriously. Stop freaking out, ATL. It's beginning to get embarrassing.