Too Much Snow
I woke up this morning and gazed upon the white dreary frosty-frozen landscape of my driveway and feared that my precious purple Buggy had been stolen. It turned out that I still had a car but it had been buried by about 32466 feet of snow. I had procrastinated shoveling my driveway until after school as I was sure I would still be able to back out of my driveway without getting stuck. Luckily for me, two buff enterprising young men came by looking to earn twenty bucks. I thought they were insane to offer me such a low price for such a huge amount of back-breaking labor. So I agreed to lounge around on the couch writing inane blog posts while they worked on the driveway. I dodged that exercise bullet real good. Instead I will do a disgustingly hippyish thing and go to yoga class tomorrow. What else would you expect from a woman with a green blog featuring a banner that is a photograph of a failed tomato plant?
As I do come from Saskatchewan, I have to devote at least 45% of my time talking about the weather. Luckily it will be up to plus one by the weekend.
Also, Barry will be President on the same day that my eldest daughter turns thirteen. What a glorious day January 20th will be!
