Snow is supposed to be moving its way into the region soon, and I am anxiously awaiting its arrival like it's Santa on Christmas Eve. And I am 6 years old again. My big wish is that it will start soon and there will be enough accumulation by 9 am that even though I parked my Sal-Pal at the top o' the driveway, I will not be able to get out and make it to work. I would also like to point out that the top o' the driveway is where the plows like to stack all road accumulation (if my memories of climbing giant (like, seriously, 7 foot) drifts while waiting for the bus when I was in elementary school serves me rightly) so either way, I'm stuck. Pish Posh, 4 wheel drive.
Wish me luck. Sorry about the lack of MMF. If I get a snow day tomorrow, I will (hopefully) being feeling chipper enough to get in a real post about my activities. They involve some shopping, lots of little children, a very puffy snowsuit, and some anger issues I have to work on resolving with my siblings (awesome teaser, hunh? HUNH?)
May your days be merry and your heads light.
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