Carry on, my wayward Snowpocalypse!
There'll be peace when I reach New Hampshire! Okay, dudes, seriously the Snowpocalypse sucks ass. I have not been into work since last Thursday. My metro station opened at 4 today, so yeah, no work for me! But this gets even better! A train derailed at my work metro station during the morning commute and, hey, it closed! I AM SO LOOKING FORWARD TO GOING UP NORTH TOMORROW. My parents have about two inches of snow on the ground. Yippee! So much better than three feet. Plus, nieces! And my beloved older brother. And the sister-in-law.
But before I go up North, one final post from the Snowpocalypse. Have some pics!
My neighbor's car! Can you see it?
The door to my apartment building on Wednesday morning during Round Two.
The road in my complex on Thursday morning. Nice and bumpy! Now it's down to icy slush. Yay!
Hey, there's a window under all that snow!
The road outside my complex on Thursday morning. Fun times!
Random big pile of snow!
Piper contemplates mounting an expedition up her own personal Mt. Snow.
Piper channels Edmund Hillary. Go, Piper, go!
Piper decides she'd rather be an armchair warrior than a famous explorer.
The Snowpocalypse is a perfect time to toss your unwanted furniture, right? Snort. I'm doubly pissed b/c the chair was really nice and I totally would have dumpster dived if it hadn't been covered in snow.
So that's enough on the Snowpocalypse! Over three feet of snow, six missed days of work, a dozen cinnamon buns and 80 bajillion joint walks w/ the doggies -- I am done! I'm just done.
But before I go up North, one final post from the Snowpocalypse. Have some pics!
My neighbor's car! Can you see it?
The door to my apartment building on Wednesday morning during Round Two.
The road in my complex on Thursday morning. Nice and bumpy! Now it's down to icy slush. Yay!
Hey, there's a window under all that snow!
The road outside my complex on Thursday morning. Fun times!
Random big pile of snow!
Piper contemplates mounting an expedition up her own personal Mt. Snow.
Piper channels Edmund Hillary. Go, Piper, go!
Piper decides she'd rather be an armchair warrior than a famous explorer.
The Snowpocalypse is a perfect time to toss your unwanted furniture, right? Snort. I'm doubly pissed b/c the chair was really nice and I totally would have dumpster dived if it hadn't been covered in snow.
So that's enough on the Snowpocalypse! Over three feet of snow, six missed days of work, a dozen cinnamon buns and 80 bajillion joint walks w/ the doggies -- I am done! I'm just done.