I *hate* the snow.

Today was supposed to be a simple, calm day.

A day that involved little more than nothing.

It should not have involved mom calling up her inlaws, and asking, "hey, how are you guys? Is everything okay? Do you want us to come over and dig you out? We'll all come over and help."

There's one tiny little problem with that last line: Mom volunteered us, without our permission.

We had to dig out the front and side doors, not to mention the fact that their Ford Aspire was plowed in completely.

Yeah, that was fun.

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