Last Saturday? An historic snow fall.
A week later: The blizzard stories continue, and start to take on a life of their own.
Strangely, the forecast is for mild temperatures for the next week, at least on the East Coast.
MId westerners: Well, not so fortunate. Another blizzard brewing.
In a few days, Phil will be popping out of his hole, to let us know the winter is far from over.
I noticed that the grocery stores have replenished the bread, milk and eggs. Good thing, since I ran out of eggs, making French toast like a maniac last weekend.
I gingerly put a carton of eggs in the back of the car, along with approximately 20 other bags of stuff. Then I made one more stop, opened up the back of the car, and guess which bag fell out?
You got it. The eggs.
As I drove home, I wondered about my driveway. Should I? or shouldn’t I? Drive up all the way? Or should I park at the bottom, to avoid the snowbanks?
With 19 bags of groceries, I drove up.
My next challenge, to turn the car around without ending up on a glacier.
I could really go for an egg salad sandwich.
Why did it have to be that bag?
I need to get a chicken.