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Ever since I have started publicly bashing my religious retail job via various social networking sites, God has been giving me the finger, never more obviously so than the obnoxious snowstorm that dropped a 'bow on the Hudson Valley this past week. Monroe was the winner (or loser, depending on how you look at it) with aver 35 inches of snow recorded. Not to mention that Orange County had 55,000 people without power, down trees all over roads and driveways, and the fact that the trains to the city from here are STILL not running, and it stopped snowing two days ago. It's like we're in almost-upstate jail. C'mon, God. This is just mean.
Yep, this tree was falling on my driveway as I happened to try to take a picture of the growing snow piles. Another one narrowly missed hitting my father the night before while we attempted to shovel out. Nature literally despises me.
And of course, as Omarion would say, there's an icebox where my mail used to be. Cut to me getting buried in this snow pile not 20 minutes after this picture was taken. We eventually found our mailbox in the culdisac. Thanks a million, snowplow.
So now here we are, trapped behind Great-Wall-of-China-esque snowpiles while we go stircrazy. God, it's been a delight.
Yep, this tree was falling on my driveway as I happened to try to take a picture of the growing snow piles. Another one narrowly missed hitting my father the night before while we attempted to shovel out. Nature literally despises me.
And of course, as Omarion would say, there's an icebox where my mail used to be. Cut to me getting buried in this snow pile not 20 minutes after this picture was taken. We eventually found our mailbox in the culdisac. Thanks a million, snowplow.
So now here we are, trapped behind Great-Wall-of-China-esque snowpiles while we go stircrazy. God, it's been a delight.