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.
P.S. Daddy’s is our local pub. Not my father’s house. Although, that would rule as well.
I’m pretty sure that almost half of the snow melted today. Crazy.
told you!
Calling my dad “daddy” would creep me out in much the same way that referring to my underwear as “panties” would.
Gah! I am so jealous of all the snow!
P.S. What is a toddy? Seriously, I don’t know.
A hot toddy is bourbon, honey, lemon and hot water.
It’s good, but in moderation.