I'm trying to con Megan into going out - if just to snap a few sundrenched pics...but she's reluctant to venture forth into the arctic wastes...
'War Stories'
Atlantic Canadian Monday Madness
[NAFDA] We used to get Buffy the day before everyone else, now we get Angel a week after everyone else. And Firefly every Monday!
I'm trying to con Megan into going out - if just to snap a few sundrenched pics...but she's reluctant to venture forth into the arctic wastes...
...and wise she was. I sank past waist depth three times on my walk around 3 blocks. We're snowed in solid till the plows get to the street our parking garage backs onto.
Here are some site sights around town:
a) Our Side Street b) Another Angle
a) Stranded!... b) ...on Grafton Street
Brian is out attempting to clear out driveway - he's using Joe's snowblower.
Goodness! The weather channel said 95cm fell in Halifax. Looking at our driveway, I believe them.
No work for me today.
I think cabin fever is setting in.
I'm definitely losing my mind. And the news just predicted 20 more cms of snow this weekend.
Grocery stores are going to be open on Sunday from 1-6pm.
I'm definitely losing my mind. And the news just predicted 20 more cms of snow this weekend.
I know! The guy at the Irving just told me that. Calgon take me away!
The store that's a couple of blocks away is closed. I think he must have run out of stuff. It was just open at 3. I went to the Irving for milk and they had one small carton of blend left.
Grocery stores are going to be open on Sunday from 1-6pm.I hope they have milk.
Navigating outside is like being in a labrynth. You never know how far you're going to get down a road/sidewalk before meeting a big pile o snow. That's from going only a few blocks.
I hope they have milk.
I hope they have toilet paper.
B. went out for a walk earlier and almost got stuck in a snow drift up to his waist. He came inside covered in snow.
That happened to me just now...though only one leg, thigh high. I knew that I was going to sink because you could see where other people had sunk, but I didn't feel like walking all the way back and trying my luck on the street, and I knew the sidewalk on the other side was clear.
Should I laugh, or just make promises of help I can't possibly keep?
Options, options. Maybe I'll just take my moderately swank number and shine it up a bit.