I’m Rob Bloom. This is my Roblog.

Don’t be fooled by the title of this entry. I’m not going to announce Hollywood has answered our collective prayers and decided to make a sequel to “Snow Day,” the 2000 comedy starring Chevy Chase and Chris Elliot (tagline: “Roads closed. Schools shut. Rules were made to be frozen!” and “No School. No Rules. No Problem.”)

Instead, I’m referring to last night’s dropping of snow on the Philadelphia region: nearly four inches! Now I know you professional Winterers will scoff at such a pitiful number (”Four inches?!? Ha! I had to shovel eight inches just to get down to four!”), but remember, I’m a Southerner (primary characteristics: require sunshine and warmth, miss them when they’re gone, do not believe in owning a winter coat, gloves, or a scarf). 

My wife and I moved to Philadelphia in the summer of 2005. That wasn’t so bad. Then, winter happened. And I haven’t forgiven Philly since. So go on, folks in Denver and Boston and Minneapolis and Oshkosh, go on, laugh at me. Call me a wimp; I don’t care. I know that Chloe The Wonder Shih Tzu is on my side.

Then again, what else would you expect from one who has to squat down on ice to pee?