According to forecasts, it sounds like we’ll be getting between six and eight inches of snow tonight. To which I reply …
Nooooooooooooo!!!!!
Noooooooooooooooooooooo!!!!!!
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!
Seriously, I can’t deal. My right shoulder is still killing from the last shoveling session—which lasted 2 1/2 hours. I don’t even know where we’d put the snow. Man, why won’t my wife agree to move to California? Or Florida? Or anywhere?
I’m. Losing. My. Mind.
