Talking About The Snow

Last time I checked, I had three boys. That's 27 months of being an incredibly uncomfortable pregnant woman and roughly 34 hours of labor. 23 years of accumulated gray hairs. About 7 trips to the emergency room. 9,357 hours of lost sleep and still counting. So I ask you................

Why in the name of Zeus's butt hole did I just shovel the driveway?

The dog tried to help but she's fighting a losing battle, no opposable thumbs. Look at the poor thing, her koochie pop is buried in the snow and she's still peeing like a trooper.

Taking my life in my own hands I ventured off to work Wednesday morning after Mother Nature dumped a foot of snow onto Northeast Ohio. Dumped in a short amount of time. Which makes traveling hazardous. What usually takes me 15 minutes to get to work took me an hour. I should have gone to the bathroom before I left. I don't remember ever driving in such bad conditions.
Nothing got done at work because we were all talking about the snow, those of us that made it in. We were sent home at noon. And then this morning we wasted another hour or two talking about the snow. Tomorrow more snow is expected. Where's my heating pad?

This is a Perfectly Normal Situation

Who, in the name of Zeus's butt hole, arranges a grocery store with the soup in aisle 8 the ice cream aisle? I'm just asking because that's what held me up today. That's what brought my day to a screeching halt.
I'm thinking of getting myself a fake, in the ear cell phone so I can vocalize travesties such as this out loud. People would look at me and say,
"Did she just...... oh she's on the phone. She's not talking to herself, she's on the phone. It may look and sound like she's talking to herself, but there's someone on the other end of that ear thing just as outraged as she is. This is a perfectly normal situation. The soup is in the ice cream aisle? How many active brain cells do you need to know that's a bad idea?"
See everybody agrees with me.