Four inches at least? As much as eight? WTF?!
I reiterate that snow is unnecessary after Christmas (although I will allow for New Year's) because we just need snow for the Christmastime tableau. We sure as fuck don't need it now. And yet it's coming down as I type this.
I'm glad it's not numerous, at least not yet. I thought it would be bad last night on my way back from watching the men's national basketball championship, but I actually was able to drive on the highway. I got up early because I was scared that the blizzard would hit us hard overnight, but like last night, it only stacked up a couple inches. Now I hear the bulk of the storm is hitting us today, and so I'm scared of driving home.
I also (and I hate to say this) that I'm scared of how My Fucking Father is going to react. He went nuts on me when he couldn't get the snowplow to work. Then I got it to work, but wasn't able to get it re-started. I am hoping that it just needed to cool off and, if the driveway needs to be plowed, it'll work. That'll keep that asshole at bay.
My God, I think being my parents' son has given me PTSD.
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