Well, well, well. The weather wizards got it wrong -- again! Are we surprised?

I told you last night that I would be keeping track of the snow we get and report back to you after the storm. But first, here's a recap of what the masters of meteorology told us before the storm:

* TV station 1 -- 6-8 inches

* TV station 2 -- 6-8 inches southern half of county and 8-10 in the northern half

* TV station 3 -- 5-8 inches plus ice for southern two-thirds of county and 6-10 inches for northwest corner of the county.

* TV station 4 -- 7-10 inches

* National Weather Service -- 8-10 inches northern half of county and 6-8 inches southern half.

Judging by the fact that I still see grass outside my window, I'd say the predictions were a little off.

By the way, thanks to all you bloggers on last night's entry who share my cynicism. It made me laugh.

Back to the storm. Schools were closed, grocery stores overrun with storm-crazed shoppers and gas stations backed up like Thanksgiving Day weekend. You hear about people living in the South getting worked up over a little snow, but we Hoosiers aren't any better.

I've been told that in states like Michigan and Minnesota, where they're used to being buried in the snow, the schools never close. So what's the problem in Indiana? Don't we get nearly more than 20 inches of snow every year?

Here's a clue for the schools who pre-emptively cancelled classes Friday: look outside your window in the morning -- after the snowstorm ends -- and then decide if school should be cancelled. That's what they used to do when I was a kid.

Now, to the general public, who I also believe is partially to blame in this.

Everyone is so cotton-pickin' busy these days, and wants to micromanage and over-plan every little area of their life that they demand too much from the weather folks.

It used to be enough to know that a low-pressure system is riding up into the Ohio Valley this afternoon and could bring heavy snow to the area.

I don't think we need to know that at 4:43 p.m., the first snowflake is going to fall and by 7:34 p.m., it's going to be snowing so hard you won't be able to see the road in front of you.

Nature is, and always will be, unpredictable. So, you make plans around it. You work through it. You allow yourself to be flexible. You move on!

Uncertainty about the weather makes life exciting. For me, there's nothing more exhilarating than watching the snow pick up in intensity and wondering if I'm going to be buried up to my knees or watching a thunderstorm roll in and wondering what lurks behind that dark wall of clouds. I'm getting goose bumps just thinking about the spring storm season.

… until the next snow storm.