Well it's here. The snow that is. It just keeps coming on down. At some point tonight it is supposed to turn into sleet. Lovely. Just lovely.
Up until yesterday morning no one knew how much we would get. I don't think they know now. Every news thingy I've looked at has been different. I don't think we'll get eighteen inches.
Last night when Dave got home we had to go get our front end loader. It was down at the wood lot. That wouldn't be a big deal but the wood lot is two and a half hours away. I didn't want to go. HELLO, I GET CAR SICK! This was different though, I was told. I'd be in the truck. An old, very old, truck. Just so you know. Did I say I didn't want to go? So we packed up the Great Dane and off we went cause it wouldn't be fair to make Dave go alone. But I really wanted him to.
It was a terrible ride. I bounced all over the place and felt like I was going to puke the whole damn time. Then I had to pee in the woods and didn't have a tissue. Agh! What's a girl to do?
That's all I got. I'll post tomorrow if I get a chance. We are supposed to work on "the room" tomorrow. We had better cause I'm tired of sharing with two girls a two cats. The girls snore all night (like freight trains) and the cats purr. All I want is some privacy. That's not asking much, is it?