Oh well, it had to happen sometime.
This morning I shoveled a bit, cursed myself for not keeping-up with my back exercises and fervently hoped that we can strike the same snow-shoveling deal as last year with Mike Our Neighbor.
At least Tom gets 4 1/2 days off beginning this afternoon and already I can hear, "And since there's no place to go, let it snow, let it snow, let it snow," swirling around inside my brain. There'll be no outdoor adventures during those days, I promise you.
It's an awfully good thing that Tom and I, after 35 years, still enjoy each other's company and lots of the same Netflix shows. heh.
So last night I noticed that Rudolph The Red-Nosed Reindeer was on tv and I promise you I didn't go ballistic. But I did vow to--today--do my annual sharing of my post as to why that whole story is just plain wrong.
So here we go again with that. Do re-read it with a smile, ok?
Oh, and happy Thanksgiving to each of you!