I'm going nuts in my house. My father picked the weekend of the biggest snowstorm of the winter to come from Chicago and visit. Which is fine. If we could have left the house. If it doesn't stop snowing soon and be able to dig out I will go crazy and start running around the house, screaming my brains out. Or I'll be in a corner rocking "please make it stop. please make it stop. please make it stop."
No comments:
Post a Comment