We're forecasted to get another 40 cm (close to 2 feet) by tomorrow afternoon. On top of the two feet we already have. And I'm supposed to drive seven hours to Vancouver on Saturday with Mr. Buttcheeks. With a faulty car that keeps randomly dying on me because of the cold.
At least I finished my baking? But seriously, why the fuck do we still live here? I would give anything - anything at all - to move back home right now.