It appears alternate side parking has been suspended. Which means, my 30-year-old car can sit there, covered in snow until Friday at which point it hopefully melts. In celebration of this fact, I will have a hot toddy at Daddy’s and wait for my man to come home.
Hot Toddy Time.
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Calling my dad “daddy” would creep me out in much the same way that referring to my underwear as “panties” would.
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