The storm of the century is coming.

My part of the county is in the pink on the weather map. Pink has been saved to represent the scary part of the snow storm that is coming to eat me. The largest part of the storm is still in middle Tennessee and headed my way.

The news is doing nothing to pacify me from my fear of dying of boredom while being snowed into my house in the middle of nowhere. The anchorman told me to make sure that I have a "snow kit." I'm not sure if this is a kit made of snow, or perhaps a collection of things to help me survive a snow storm. I'm not entirely sure what such a kit should be composed of but unless said kit includes salsa I want nothing to do with it.