Snow kinda gets on my nerves. I mean, sure it's pretty and all. I enjoy making snowmen, snow angels and snowballs like any other person. But it keeps me trapped in my house. It makes me cold--I mean really, really cold. It attaches to my children's shoes, making large, slippery, filthy puddles everywhere. Under any other circumstance something keeping me prisoner in my house and forcing me to clean over and over again while shivering from hypothermia setting in would be considered cruel and unusual punishment.
All I can think of is The Shining. Thank goodness my garage is a hot mess and I can't reach my ax.
I do have plans though. A couple of projects I hope to tackle this weekend.
I'll keep you updated.
Unless I am at the psychiatric hospital. I am pretty sure they don't have an Internet connection there.
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