we're awaiting HOM's return from his trip and bracing ourselves for another snowstorm. do you see a pattern here?
in any case, the storm promises to be the worst in ten years. i'm not sure what that means, but for now i have:
1. stocked up on coffee, milk, english muffins and tv dinners,
2. broken my back lugging the de-icing salt home, all 25 lb of it,
3. dutifully and prophylactically salted our driveway, per the sweet man i met at the grocer's who bought 50 lb of the stuff, and
4. topped up the gas.
i totally feel like the virtuous wife in proverbs 31.
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