Steve had one birthday wish: a huge snow storm.
As the snow started coming down on the eve of his birthday,
his mood decidedly started picking up.
So picked up that, well we snuggled.
The two feet of snow that we woke up to suddenly converted Steve into a morning person.
He excitedly drove to work. He dug, plowed through fallen trees and barely avoided landing in a ditch -- but made it safely to the hospital 25 miles away to make rounds.
Minor scratches to vehicle. The type that dirt would disguise nicely.
He was in such a great mood-- that he kept calling and waking me from
my slumber during his 6 AM commute with phrases like: "I ran into a tree!"
When he returned home, things were looking good for an afternoon delight when suddenly our furnace quit working.
Minor scratches to vehicle. The type that dirt would disguise nicely.
He was in such a great mood-- that he kept calling and waking me from
my slumber during his 6 AM commute with phrases like: "I ran into a tree!"
When he returned home, things were looking good for an afternoon delight when suddenly our furnace quit working.
The repair guy will not be in until tomorrow due to the city being in a 'state of emergency.'
Well, no state of emergency is going to stop us from steve's snow dance so tonight we will huddle with some friends with nothing but the comfort of alcohol to keep us warm.
Happy Birthday, Steve and since I know that nothing can top this birthday storm--
as an added bonus, I will leave you to enjoy your weather porn in peace.