I think I'm being punished for the tone of my Thursday post. You may recall I crowed about being off today and not having to go out in what promised to be an epic Winter storm. I wouldn't have to drive out in that crap.
Didn't turn out that way.
The storm? I swear, I seen more precipitation in my shower. The wind? I've experienced stronger winds after I drank two litres of milk in one sitting that one time before I discovered I was lactose intolerant. You catch my drift. It wasn't much of a storm today.
I was at my mother's a week ago and that was a storm. Mom and I got back to her place mid-afternoon, just as the heavy snow was commencing. I was fixing her door handle as the snow was hitting my back and swirling around me (the door had to be ajar in order for me to get a good grip on my task). Yeah. That was a storm.
Today's... weather. That wasn't a storm. Anyone who thinks that was a storm is a wimp. A wimp, I tell you.
Newbie is giving me that look. Time to turn in.
See you tomorrow.