Snowing Is Half The Battle

The weather people are seriously fucking with me.
 
All day yesterday the weather reports progressively became more and more dire. In the morning it was "rain turning into snow over night" and by the time I left work it was "snow starting at midnight with 8 to 12 inches by the morning rush hour".
 
Twelve inches of snow?
 
 
For the hip-hop impaired this is the subtitled version.
 
Ok, you can stop playing the video now. Seriously, your going to get it stuck in your head and it's more than likely that someone will totally bust you humming it while doing your subtle booty dance, thinking no one's looking. You know the booty dance I'm talking about.
 
Anyway, I wake up this morning and...nothing. It's still raining.
 
I'm in the clear! Wait, the weather guy has that look on his face. The look that says "Go ahead, don't believe me. I'll be banging the traffic girl in the green room while your out getting corn-holed by the rush hour snow demon".
 
 
If you laugh at the above picture (because you get the joke, not because you laugh at pretty colors) and you're not Roller Katy, you are awesome. (Roller Katy is expected to laugh)
 
Now it appears to be raining margaritas, alternating between on-the-rocks and blended.
 
I need to go get ready for the commute...