A co-worker asked me if they changed how much snow we are suppose to get in the next couple of days. I told him yes. He asked me how much now. I responded "A buttload".
Now, a buttload can be a different amount to people. I guess it all depends on the butt. In this case, Mother Nature has one big fat ass and she has been eating Mexican food all weekend!
I can't believe I just typed about buttloads.
So a bunch of snow is on its way. Maybe 7-8 inches tonight, another 15-18 tomorrow night. Cold, extremely windy conditions on Wednesday. Blizzard conditions. The "don't-go-anywhere-unless-you-absolutely-have-to" kind of weather. The funny part is that those who tell you not to go anywhere are the news reporters who have ventured off to some truck stop, driving through a foot of snow just to get a shot of trucks parked so they can tell YOU not to go anywhere.
I am ready for the storm. I have plenty of beer in the house. Food? Who needs food? I bet I can get Jimmy Johns to deliver. And if those bastards are there in a reasonable time I sue them for not be freaky fast! Show them to make those annoying commercials!
My big concern about the storm is not the snow. It is my missing snow hoodie. I receive this fleece hood a couple years back. It is very warm and perfect for shoveling snow. I can't find it this year. It isn't where the snow shoveling stuff was kept. Now I need to find something to keep my head warm when I am out there battling the elements over the next couple of days. Hopefully I won't drive myself crazy tearing apart my house, looking in one last vain attempt to find it. Beside this morning that is.
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Hopefully you didn't leave it in your truck when you traded it in. That would suck.
Nope. I picked that sucker apart pretty damn good!
is a buttload metric or imperial units? :)
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