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.


Then 1-3” of legit snow at night before an arctic Christmas. I’m moving the bbq grill as soon as the snow around it melts so I can have steak on Christmas.
I liked working in a store that didn’t sell alcohol. I wasn’t so lucky when I was 18, and living in Ohio. I only had one sad drunk pull a gun on me on Christmas, but I was able to handle him.