Snow. Again. Great.
It is snowing outside. Again. And the old man on the souped-up lawnmower with a blade is out side scraping. Again. Yes, it is 11:45. However, I’d rather him do it now before I go to bed rather than tomorrow morning at 4:30. School’s already been cancelled, so if he goes out to scrape the courtyard at 4:30 tomorrow morning, I will have to run out in my underwear dropkick him in the head.
