Winter

Gorram snow!

"Oh it's sooo pretty! I love to just sit and watch the snowflakes dance on the winter breeze."

Yeah. Right. WRONG-O!!

Then I opened up the door this morning to find nearly a foot of the gorram shit! Te me da!! So. I go out with my husband's tightass boots on my bigass feet, hair flying everywhere but where it should (including my eyes and nose), thin leather gloves and a gorram shovel. And. The fucking arthritis in full flare up in arms and shoulders. Woo. Hoo. Let's go shovel! AND The damn dog is barking, "Throw the shovels full my way!" ***edited for material of a familial offensive nature***

Foul weather, I tell ya, and not all of it on the outside. Pretty damn ugly on the inside.

All the while I am shoveling thinking the ***edited for material of a familial offensive content***

Then, maybe four square feet from driveway completion and total ruination of my joints for the next three days, ***edited for material of a familial offensive content***

Pretty damn ugly on the inside.

It was so much better last night, sitting on the sofa with a glass of wine, a good friend watching wrestling with me and the gorram snow falling outside the window.