This morning Tommy got up at his usual o'darkthirty to get ready for work. Brewed his coffee. Checked his email. Opened up the front door to let the dogs out for their morning potty break....and the storm door wouldn't open.
Piles and piles and heaps and drifts of snow, my friends. AGAIN. Holy moly.
Luckily (or unluckily), he had brought his work computer home with him over the weekend and was able to log on and work from home whilst waiting for the plows to come and free us from our Prisone du Blanche.
And it was cold, so very cold. He was even cold inside the house. So cold, in fact, that he put on an actual knit cap to try and warm himself up, about which Paul gleefully exclaimed "Daddy, you're wearing a bad guy hat!!!!"
Is it spring yet?