Okay, okay. So they were right this time. Still, it was super fun being the only voice of pessimism; the only person to say, "Foo," to the snow reports; and half of the only couple in the region that wasn't sure to get to the grocery store yesterday. It's all good though, because once we venture out again, I'm sure we'll find someplace open for lunch and/or provisions.At any rate, we woke up to a good four inches of snow this morning, and the promise of more throughout the day. (The photo is of Oliver's romping in this morning's snow.) As of now, there's little going on outside except for the absolute silence of a heavy snowfall and the occasional rumbling of a snowplow going by. Brian's curled up on the sofa watching television, I just finished watching The Chronicles of Riddick for the 50th time, and Oliver is playing with a toy, so life in the G household is going to survive this "extreme snow weather" just fine ... once we get something to eat.
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Watch your BUTT.....
The sitcom moment for everybody is that, yes, I did slip down my stairs again last night, prompting Brian to ask exasperatingly, "What in the hell is wrong with you?" My butt's in much better shape this time than last, but the whole situation has made me want to install some kind of Nerf staircase in front of my apartment.
There's only one solution--only leave the house with a large pillow attached to your behind. Now that would be pretty!
I vote for the pillow AND a new pair of boots with super treads! Perhaps walking on all fours like Oliver might help, or...better yet move to a warmer climate
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