NANA GOT RUN OVER BY A SNOW PLOW

Okay, I didn't actually get run over by a snow plow, but I'm thinking if I put that into a text message to my granddaughter she might actually think I am cool and brave. (or probably that I am just another idiotic old person, as she rolls her eyes)

It was kind of a close call. It was just me and the snow plow driver. No one else was idiotic enough I mean in touch with nature enough to be out in a howling blizzard. 

It started this morning when I woke up to hear someone knocking at my door. Who is it I shouted from the warmth of my bed. 

Its only me. Old Man Winter. 

Are you kidding me. GO AWAY!!

All I heard in response was maniacal laughing (it could have been the howling of the wind, but I wouldn't bet on it)

Our city is shut down today. Of course there are a few idiots brave souls trying to make their way around the unplowed streets. I like to sit here and see just how many of them get stuck. 

I love how the man across the street confidently drug his trash receptacle out to the curb, as if any trash men will be around here anytime soon. He'll be lucky if anyone can find it after this snow is over. 

I called my mom and asked her if I could come over and throw snowballs at her. She declined. She told me her soap opera was coming on. What happened to her? I can remember when she was the life of the party.

I actually have a lot of work to do today. I spent most of the week buying things at estate auctions. 

I was able to get some photos taken yesterday and today I will be sorting, pricing items for my booth, and listing on Etsy. 

I remember when snow days meant a day of fun. Hmmmm!!!

Guess I will grab a second cup of tea and get busy.

Have a great day.