My mom called this morning from Florida telling me that I wasn't allowed to leave the house because of the snow storm...
I was still in bed, so I had no idea what the crazy woman was talking about.
(I think that it's impressive that my mother is across the country and she knows about the state of my backyard better than I do...)
(She's freaky like that...)
So I was instructed to stay inside and watch movies and drink hot chocolate.
And I learned at a very early age that you ALWAYS listen to mom... I'm, like, a great daughter.
So I'm holed up in my house with two crazy dogs who think the snow is so great that they are bringing half of it INSIDE with them...
But I shall persevere, because my mommy told me to stay put.
(Unfortunately, Mike had to go to work. He took the bus so that he didn't have to drive... and the bus got stuck somewhere... but he eventually made it...)
(He works in a restaurant on an OUTDOOR mall... who the HELL is going there today?)
(I asked Mike that and he said it didn't matter because he was scheduled and he had to go in... he's "responsible"... loser.)
So I'm sitting here... watching the blizzard... remembering how it was in the 70s a couple of days ago... yelling at the idiots who think that it's a bright idea to ride a bicycle in over a foot of snow...
("Hey genius... you could get further CRAWLING... damn fool...")
(On top of being an awesome daughter, I am, like, the nicest person ever.)