Sleeping With The Weatherman To Make It Stop
Sure, it probably won't help, but what do I have to lose?
It's snowing again today and, frankly, I'm getting tired of driving in it.
Melissa and I were going to go to Columbus today to meet a friend over there and do some hard core shopping. However it was called off due to weather. While my wallet is thanking me I'm just really bored with having to shovel all of this crap out of the driveway.
Our mailbox is still entrapped by a hill of snow. I don't have the crazy snow shoveling abilities to go through a drift that goes up past my knees. I managed to shovel out a large section in front of the mailboxes but , in order for them to pull their vehicles up to the mailbox, they'll need more then a vehicle's length shoveled out. I was amused to find out that the mail people won't get out of their cars to toss it into the mailbox. Well, not that I really blame them any; it's too freaking cold. So I asked the Post Master to forward the mail to the agency's PO box until I'm able to either shovel it out of the way or the sun melts it. We'll see which one wins the race.
I really need to go to Wal...our local grocery store to pick up a few groceries. However I don't feel super inspired to drive on the roads when they have snow on it. I guess I'll just have to drink alcohol when I run out of bottled water.
That'll be my excuse for becoming an alcoholic over the weekend.
Frosty the Snow Man made me do it.
No one will doubt me.
But if the excuse is good enough for me to become a weekend alcoholic, then he's a good guy in my book! (Comment this)