Today's mission -- dig out the garbage cans.
Not entirely sure why this was a priority, but today was the first day it hasn't snowed and truthfully, the task sounded far more entertaining than yet another thing on TV involving a ball.
Garbage collection is a memory, since our hauler hasn't gotten up here in two weeks. I could use the word "foul" but that might be too graphic. Then again, it does sort of describe the mood around here.John made it to work this morning. I think he would have crawled barefoot to his office (40 minutes away on a good driving day) if he'd had to. I told him before he left, if he had any notion of hitting Ye Ol' Local Watering Hole after work and didn't consider picking up me and the other POS (Prisoner of Snow), he'd be wise not to go to sleep tonight. The snow shovel is simply too handy.
I'll never wish/dream of a White Christmas again.
2 comments:
What!? How about beautiful white Christmases that melt peacefully away (read: no ice) before the following morn so we can get to all of those fantastic after-Christmas sales?
Hey Anne. Next post you do text me and I will look at whats going on in your world. Your weather sucks!!! Get it back on line girlfriend! Hugs! Mrs. Jo May
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