REDRUM! I feel like I'm living in the Overlook Hotel from The Shining. If the boy starts typing a book, I'm leaving. He has been snowed in, we've all been, and he is climbing the walls. He went out and shoveled a majority of the neighborhood, helping out some of the other folks on the street. The bowling alley is still closed, and we are getting another 20 inches, starting tomorrow. I may have to sedate him, don't want to, but it's for his own good.
I didn't do any of the shoveling this storm, something I love to do. We had about 30 inches, getting 20 more, man I would be in heaven! Problem is I can't walk in deep snow, or snow period anymore, too afraid of falling. I used to be a fearless Viking, now I'm just a wuss. I don't like the place I find myself, the things I'm missing, or the things I'm watching. The only bright spot is, the wife looked beautiful out in the snow.
The girl wants a dog, oh my. Like I've said before, I am not a pet person. I told her she can have a dog, she can open a kennel ... someday. One of the neighbors brought over their new puppy, a little white rag, about the size of a child's shoe. The girl moped around all evening, I told her she could have a hermit crab, or a ant farm. I will stand my ground, put my foot down, and demand my voice be heard. I'll also let you know what we get.