Thanks to the snow plow, the snow by the road is deeper than two feet. My b-i-l tried to drive through it in a little car. Duckling said she told him not to do it, but he thought he could.
It’s Christmas Eve since idk when I’ll see her again. I’m off to write Santa’s “thanks for the food” letter.

It’s Christmas Eve since idk when I’ll see her again. I’m off to write Santa’s “thanks for the food” letter.