The 2009 Murfreesboro Blizzard.

I remember a lot of things about the first year we moved to Murfreesboro, Tennessee. I remember the front page headline on The Daily News Journal when it arrived on our doorstep the first time. "Man Has Sex With Horse." And I'm not kidding. It was a big scandal.

And I remember back then--I was about to start second grade--wondering what the hell our parents had gotten us into. 'Cuz see, back then I was a big time city slicker from the likes of Memphis, where a man having sex with his horse didn't warrant front page news.

(For all of Murfreesboro's faults, I will say it has come--along with its local journalism--a long way since then.)

I also remember the snow coming that year. And it really, really came. I think we got around 10 inches.

Since then, nothing has even come close. And the weather people love to hype up the chances. This past weekend, all anyone could talk about was the huge blizzard approaching Middle Tennessee. I went to Kroger to buy light bulbs and people were seriously, legitimately crowding the checkout lanes to stock up on eggs and water and toilet paper.

Then the big day came, and the flurries started to fall. They fell for about two hours in Murfreesboro and then got lazy and moved on. All of the county schools were closed Thursday. Today, too.

Jason and I ventured onto our back deck, braving the torrential downpour, just to get a shot of my 35 week bump, which--if the checkout lady at Kroger is to be believed--is, like, ohmygod so huge. (It is.)