I've pretty much been singing Iron & Wine's 'Radio War' all week. Maybe it's the cabin fever kicking in, but I just can't let it go.
"Sarah curses the cold. 'No more snow, no more snow, no more snow.'"
I was moaning this particularly loudly as I shoveled snow and ice (which happened to be a 3 foot-tall mountain, courtesy of city of Stillwater snow plows) from our driveway today. Guess that's what I get for living on a main road. Mid-snow removal and much to my dismay, the sky opened up and dropped more pesky little flakes on my freshly shoveled path. Alas, I threw in the shovel. But listen here snow, our relationship is on thin ice. You won the first five rounds, but I'll get you eventually...
On a side note, I realized that this blog is in dire danger of becoming a "Dear Diary, today Myrtle did this..." Rest assured, I have not turned into a crazy dog lady (yet). Should I get to that point, I am holding all of you responsible for an intervention. Seriously.