Did I miss your party?   Did I cancel a date?   Have I in any way turned down any event that requires me to leave the house?   It turns out, I have a good excuse, so untwist those panties!   My excuse is official and signed by the highest authority:   the general and complete order of the Universe, or whichever deity you may believe in that controls circumstance.

During the summer, when temperatures are high 80's and 90's Fahrenheit, I simply can't wait for the frigid temperatures of winter for relief.   But when winter finally gets here, I hate it.   Why do I hate it?   The snow.   It's always the damn snow.   I don't bitch and moan about the driving conditions; I don't go out if I don't want, and if I do want, the conditions can give the journey an added, welcome challenge.   Of course, I don't go out even if I want to sometimes...





So there, photographic evidence that multiple Ohio snow storms, inconsiderate snow plow drivers, and personal lethargy/disinterest to keep shoveling it out of the way have led to me being stranded.   Damn snow has caused me to stay sober!