And I wish I could call in sick and just feel sorry for myself all day. But I can't call in sick to motherhood, so why bother.
Apparently a snowstorm is coming...lovely. Another reason to "hole-in" - but no, my line of work forces me to go out in it and then talk about it all damn day and night. How many different ways can you say: It snowed. Salt trucks. Plows. Slick Roads. Wrecks. Oh, here's my ruler - see how deep it is? Yes, your school is closed, stop calling us. Stay the "F" home, even though we, your news people, didn't.
I wish I was asleep on the couch, in a big cozy comforter, in a silent house -- except for the sound of a crackling fire. ) :