As you probably know, the DC area has been slammed with more than two feet of snow. To an Erie gal like me, this is merely a light dusting, but to those unaccustomed to blizzards in September, this snow storm has been serious business.

For days, all the news stations talked about was “Snowpocalypse 2010.” Consequently, I think everyone in the city had the same idea: buy a crap ton of food — just in case. So our Thursday night trip to the Fort Myer Commissary to get a few groceries turned into the craziest food buying excursion I’ve ever had.

Long story short: the place was an absolute madhouse. You would have thought people were stocking up for a 6 month homebound hibernation. We saw people pushing two carts at a time! Grey and I even caught the fever and began loading our cart with all sorts of junk food as though economy size bags of Cheez balls were the antidote to cabin fever. It was nuts!

At one point, we overheard a few baggers say sarcastically, “Gee, I hope no one starves over the weekend…” as they watched a man who weighed about 400 pounds pack three dozen frozen Tony’s pizzas into his jumbo shopping cart. Grey and I laughed, but then grabbed a few Tony’s too — because, you know, one can’t be too careful.

Happy Snowpocalypse!

The dairy section of the grocery store. Apparently the only thing to do during a "Flurricane" is to stuff your face.