Good morning. I'm a ragey crankball today (consider yourselves warned).
We got 28" of snow this weekend. I spent Saturday on the couch with H, snacking and watching TV basically all day. Yesterday I started watching Downton Abbey (I'm 4 episodes in and I already love it) and I made a shit ton of food while H shoveled the sideways/driveway and dug the cars out. We spent the rest of the night watching football and I'm happy with the results of both games! I think the Panthers will win because good lord did you see them play yesterday? But I really hope the Broncos win because I love Peyton.
This morning, I woke up at 4am and couldn't fall back asleep. The trains I take are suspended so I had to drive to work today. The back roads were complete shit but the highway was mostly clear. As I was merging onto the turnpike and getting up to around 50 MPH, my whole car started shaking uncontrollably. It ended up being ice in my wheels but I didn't discover that until after I had sat on the barely-there shoulder of the turnpike for a while and then I slowly made my way to the rest area where I bought a screwdriver to use as an ice pick. Of course the only gloves I had on me were fingerless. OF COURSE.
I made it to work after a little over an hour and half (a drive that usually takes 35 minutes in the morning) to find that the Keurig is broken. And there are people that live significantly closer showing up after me and complaining about their morning. Oh fucking really?
I literally cannot with this day.