A foot of snow. Lost my keys in a snowdrift last night. Jacqui and Kendall laughed at me. Found them afte sifting through snow for an hour.
The plow poop is eight feet high and it is only January.

Bitch Bitch Bitch


But I woke up in a nice warm bed with a refrigerator full of food and clean clothes (not in the refrigerator) and good friends. Life is good.



Snow is bad...