This is supposed to end tomorrow. I’m forced to wonder if it truly will. Prime and I can’t get the hell out of our driveway; the drifts near the front door were up to my knees. That’s not an exaggeration.
We’ve had some winter storms. They weren’t so bad. Now, we are getting absolutely slammed in April. This is insane.
Getting real sick of your shit, Old Man Winter. It’s past time for you to leave.