The weatherman disappoints me (again!)

So what's up with the weather? How is it possible for California to have inches and inches and inches of snow while we here in the good ol' east are barely surviving with, uhm, NONE???

If only I was more careful and not so much moving on impulse, I probably wouldn't be blaming it on the weatherman (Duh! Didn't mean to sound like a chicksong!)

Here is the problem.

I am in love with skiing.

I love the coldness of the snow, the fierce wind blowing on my face when I'm moving downhill.

I love the crunching and the swishing, and challenge of going down the black diamonds.

So! Since I love skiing so much, I figured, why don't I just buy a season pass!

OH! The greatest idea of the season!!

So here I am.

Stuck.

On a slope

With no snow (and I repeat, NO SNOW)

So should I cross my fingers? Do I dare to hope for mounds and mounds and mounds of snow next week? Should I pray on my knees? Praying for that soft, powdery, white substance? Is it really meant to be???