Okay, all mixed sentiments aside, why won’t it stop? It’s been almost 24 hours since the storm fired up. Not even something enjoyable is good for 24 hours straight. Isn’t it tired? Sore? In need of a smoke? I just don’t get it.
At least someone had a little fun out there today…
Before you even ask, no, that is not me sitting in the snow. The only way my ass is touching snow is if I’m standing in a snowdrift that high. Which, if it doesn’t stop snowing soon, might actually be the case in the morning.
Okay, I’m going back upstairs. It’s now officially time to start adding copious amounts of spiced rum to my coffee.