I love weather and I love naps. This post is about both of those things.
If you were watching the weather at all this week, you are aware of the snowstorm that
almost happened in Boston.
There were forecasts, predictions, and meteorologists swearing on their grandmother Pearl’s grave that there would be a foot of snow rumbling and tumbling all over Beantown.
Naturally, I thought a snow day was in order.
There I am, all snugged up in my bed, ready for an easy peasy day of working in sweatpants, and I hear my cell phone ring.
This is a sound that no one wants to hear at six am, because it only means that a parking ban has been lifted and it is okay to drive on the roads. And unfortunately, it means I have to go to work.
I walk outside, and there is probably two inches of snow. At most. I am not that great at math, but…
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2 thoughts on “Tell the truth, 50% of the time.”
There is absolutely nothing worse than a failed snowstorm. It’s like cancelling Christmas.
THANK YOU! And this year doesn’t look any better (at least for me, in New England!), just rain, rain, and more rain. Where’s the snow!?
Thanks for reading 🙂