That is it.
I have had it.
I am leaving.
50 cm of snow. Beginning tomorrow.
If I go missing it is for one of three reasons;
1. I have made true on my threat - and run away, FAR AWAY and where I am going may not have a computer readily available or even if I did I wouldn't care because I'd be busy sipping a Mohito on a beach,
2. I am refusing to get out of bed and will happily eat cereal for the next three days and not lift the snow shovel - not even once to say I tried...or,
3. I may have stupidly decided to try to shovel and am somewhere stuck under a mountain of evil white snow and can't get out. Not to worry - I will place a bottle of tequila in one pocket and some margarita mix in the other before I venture out... that evil snow should be used for something after all - I will drink myself free...
I am so not kidding. Pick one. Place your bets. I'll be back someday to let you guys know who has won. Kat isn't allowed to guess because she already knows which one I'm leaning toward-- ;-P (Kat? You have any lime at your house? What about salt?)