Day 258 — Snow Days for Ann
Mon, Feb 8, 2010
We got 30 inches this weekend!
On a normal weekend, I usually get about 8.
Before the big snowstorm hit Friday evening, I got to go home early from work. I enjoyed sipping a glass of wine and watching all the fluffy frosty flakes fall from the sky.
The next morning, I felt like Alice in Winterland—Jack Frost nipping at my toes and a whole lot more. I wanted to make snow angels.
Then, I looked outside. Horrors to find so much snow covering the walkway, sidewalk and my ex husband’s new used car. I shoveled for a good long while before I realized I needed a different strategy. Then, two strong men trudged by.
I did my damsel in distress thing. Try it girls, it really works! I got my walks cleared in no time.
I realized I needed to take out the trash and clean the kitty litter since I have a no-pets-go-outside policy in cold weather. Not enough men see my best lingerie, so I took out the trash to give the boys a show. But they were a no show. Must have been the weather, I guess.
I went back inside to do some housework, because work outside the office doesn’t stop. I feather dusted the fireplace mantel and set out some cooking in anticipation of a St. Nick reprise. But he was a no show, too.
So, I waited to see if some beeswax I had ordered to make a specialty cosmetic would arrive. This is what I wore when I saw that hunky FedEx guy brave the storm to knock on my door. I don’t know why they call that guy Abominable; he was the best snowman I ever had.
I can’t wait for the next big snowstorm to hit.
Now, tell me, how did you spend your weekend in the snow?
Tags: employment musings, escapism, survival
“On a normal weekend, I usually get about 8.”
I had to laugh — it reminds me of a joke:
A lady goes on vacation to Jamaica.
Upon arriving at the hotel, she meets a handsome Jamaican man and quickly get to screwing. After some porn-star quality hot sex she asks him, “What is your name?”
“I can’t tell you,” the man says. The lady is disappointed, but not that much.
Well, they hook up every night while she is there; and every night she asks him again what his name is and he always responds the same way, “I can’t tell you.”
On her last night there she pleads, “Can you please tell me your name?”
“I can’t tell you my name because you will laugh at me.”, said the man.
“There is no reason for me to laugh at you,” the lady said.
“Fine, my name is Snow!” the man replied.
Immediately the lady burst into laughter! The man got mad and said,”I knew you would make fun of my name!”.
The lady replied, “I’m not making fun of your name. I’m thinking of my husband who won’t believe me when I tell him that I had 10 inches of Snow every day in Jamaica!”.