Remember how I said that around here, when it comes to snow we are ginormous wimps?
Here's my proof:
This was the bread aisle in Walmart the night before the snow was scheduled to fall. For some reason in Kentucky, when we hear the word "snow", somethings triggers our instincts to start hoarding mass amounts of bread. Because we all know that bread lasts a long time. Not like cans of soup. Those things spoil within a week.*
*Disclaimer: We did not go to Walmart that night to purchase bread, nor did we partake in the Great Loaf Massacre in any fashion. The above is simply a GLM reenactment. This is not to say that I didn't stock up on a week's worth of glue runners from the craft department. Basic necessities are crucial, especially during uncertain times such as these.