I don’t want to say outright that I hate the snow, because really I do like snow.
In the mountains. On the grass. At the ski resort.
But my driveway? Not so much. Three of us have been out there for the past hour or so and we haven’t quite cleared a path from the truck that is stuck in the driveway to the street. And it’s still snowing. That’s at least a foot of snow today.
Grrrrr. (insert various cuss words here)
I miss my four wheel drive.
Well, if I can’t get out of the driveway to take Megan to piano lessons in 1/2 an hour, I guess she’ll be happy about that.
Any time, baby. I know your bro lives here, and so does Robin, but we have a two-bedroom guesthouse that will be empty soon . . . .