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Let me tell you how the past snow-week has played out.
Day 1: My dad got his car stuck on the off ramp of the highway on his way home from work. A man driving a monster truck in cowboy boots and a fur lined stetson hat was kind enough to give my dad a ride. All in all, entertaining myself is a breeze this first day. Between watching the weather, movies, and staring at the winter wonderland being created before my eyes, life is dandy. Besides, I know my classes will be canceled for the week. I am in heaven.
|Only a few hours into the storm, and my driveway has gone missing.|
Day 3: My plans to pick up a friend and share my misery have been dashed when I realize that the roads are only getting more and more awful. I have watched every movie I own. I start rummaging the house for tequila. No such luck. At least I have Grey's Anatomy and Community to look forward to.
Day 4: I have read every book that I own. I nap and dream of the day when I get to see humans again. When I wake up, I venture out to take my dog to her chemo appointment. The roads are still beyond miserable. It's the shits outside, and it looks like a zombie apocalypse. Cars are strewn into ditches every 15 feet. People are ambling through the snow drifts to get to the nearest corner store. We finally get to the vet's office and my dog hates her life. When we leave, it begins to snow again and I hate my life. It takes an hour to drive less than 6 miles.
|Chloe finds solace in her hedgehog.|