Sunday Snowy Sunday

Last night I called to check on all my friends back north.

Wait that's not right. What is the Internet for if not to print the unvarnished truth?

Last night I called my friend back north to gloat about how awesome the weather was here while they were digging out from nearly a foot of snow. Sure it wasn't very friendly of me but I never claimed to be a nice person.

I couldn't help myself. Every time something like this happens I get to prove to them that I made the right decision. I get to do the "I told you so" dance and while my lack of rhythm is disturbing for anyone watching they are on the phone and can't see so really it is a kindness that I live so far away.

See how I turned that back around?

Sneaky I know. It's part of my charm.

So I continue to grin today despite the fact that I have to mow the law. Or maybe it's because I have to mow the lawn instead of push the snowblower?