I love weekend storms. Especially when I don't have to go anyplace. OK, this may be overkill, but I like to run around gathering the necessities like a squirrel hiding his nuts.
You know what I mean... bread, eggs, beer, chicken noodle soup, chips, dip, beer, some logs and marshmallows for the fireplace, beer nuts, Twinkies (if you can find them), pre-cooked rotisserie chicken, some Chinese takeout and... oh yah, maybe some beer while watching the football games.
You sound like one of 'those people' my late Father used to complain about when he was a part-time bagger (he just couldn't fully retire!) at the Atlantic supermarket in Reading. Before every snowstorm he'd come home with his beschmertniks all in an uproar, saying "Do these nuts think the store will NEVER be open again"? [:)]