My brother just couldn’t help himself. He didn’t tell me how warm it is where he lives, but he just had to tell me about Sofia riding her horse on the beach and how he was going to go for a run on the sand.
Did I mention that he is my pesky YOUNGER brother. You’d think he would have learned by now not to torment his big sister.
Especially when she gets crankier and crankier and crankier as the winter weather continues.
No school. Again. Wind is blowing like a banshee. Our road to the south is completely blocked at the moment, I think. To the north is full of drifts. And, to top it all off: the power has been off and on all day long.
My momcouldn’t even get into her garage, the lock was frozen and we were too cold to stand around and wait for the de-icer to work. I came home to get the spare garage door opener that was in Mark’s truck, but it wouldn’t work. I won’t even tell you about why I wasn’t driving the truck in the first place.
It’s probably just as well she couldn’t get her car out, as the roads to Waterloo are terrible.
Whine, whine, whine. I think I might need to take a blog break until I can do something other than whine about the freaking weather.