We’ve been “trapped” together in this house since Friday, February 5th, at 1pm when the Snow of The Century began dumping it’s evil onto our home.
I use the word trapped loosely because we are not actually sealed inside (thank goodness for small favors).
We can go out to shovel the drive, or to shovel the walkway, or to shovel all around the heater.
We can go out to do “fun” stuff like sled, or have snowball fights with the neighbors, or build igloos on the deck…
But we can’t go to school.
And we can’t go to work (unless an ex-Marine in an old, musty 4x4 rattles down the driveway at 5am in the morning and carts me off to work against my will leaving the scent of 100 year old doughnuts and scorched coffee burned into my nostrils for the rest of eternity**).
And we can’t go out to buy stuff for the quickly approaching “holiday” which means that while Hubby will be gifted with a sweet little something from Banana Republic’s online shop (way to go proactive Dumb Mom), chances are good I’ll get nada (and all I even wanted was a big hunk of chocolate to eat all by my lonesome in the laundry room).
It’s times like this I wish I was more of a drinker.
BFF says it would help.
I say it would most certainly lead to a divorce.
Cupid says it works for him…
I know that tons of people have it worse (I guess I could be without power, but I guess I could also be dead) and I’m just being all whiny with my California-native self, but I don’t give a care.
I’m over the snow and as this is my little piece of the Blogosphere I’m gonna gripe about it endlessly because I friggin’ feel like it.
I’ll get over it when the effing sun comes out.
Until then, here is a song and some pictures for you to “enjoy”. Well, the song is actually for Hubby just for fun and the photos are of The Dudes who seem to be happily oblivious to the torture they are conspiring with their father to subject me to.
Pretty cute for evil masterminds, eh?!
Come back tomorrow to participate in Thank Me Later Thursday (include your links and all that) so that you can get another earful of why snow sucks/why winter sucks/why people who like winter suck/why people who have names that rhyme with winter (like Binter and Shanitalaquinter) suck and some other stuff.
Bloody Snow! Bloody Snow! Bloody Snow!
Oh the weather outside is frightful,
And the fire is un-delightful.
I can think of a place to go.
But we’re stuck in this bloody snow!
It doesn’t show signs of pauseping*.
so I sit in the corner rocking.
The lights are about to blow.
And we’re stuck in this bloody snow!
We didn’t even kiss goodnight,
And I think you should sleep out in the storm.
Because I want you outta my sight,
And I really don’t care if you’re warm.
I think I am slowly dying,
I could smile, but I’d be lying.
If you speak I’ll punch you in the throat.
‘Cause we’re stuck in the bloody snow!
*An explanation for “pauseping”- It is not a typo, it is a word. Go ahead, Google it if you don’t believe me.
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