Well, Michelle is opening her eyes this morning to the magic- we are opening our eyes to gross white stuff all over the ground.
I have a story- wanna hear it??????
I always have a story, you know...
Mark says I'm the only person on the face of this earth that can go into a public restroom and come out every blessed time with a story. But I digress, this story isn't about a bathroom, or even me, for that matter.
It's a story about Marky.
At 7 PM last night, the phone rings and it's Mark saying he just got into the car, had to work late, walk across the parking lot in slush for a quarter mile, his shoes are ruined, blah, blah, blah. So he said the roads are awful, that he's creeping home at a snail's pace, it will take hime an hour, blah, blah blah.
So I said "well, be careful" and hung up.
At 7:45 he calls and says the interstate is all backed up he's got to go a different way to get home, blah, blah blah, he'll see me soon.
At 8:00 the phone rings again and as soon as I said Hey to him, I could tell the news wasn't great.
He says "I am almost home, I'm on the road leading up to our subdivision, and there is a 18 wheeler jack-knifed all the way across the road, so we can't go anywhere."
Poor guy!!!!!!! He's been gone from home for more than 12 hours, is a quarter mile from home and can't get there! So I told him to turn around, park his truck at the YMCA and walk home. In the blizzard!!! I said I'd meet him at the jack-knifed truck to pick him up.
He said okay.
In about ten minutes, he calls and says come for me, so I grabbed the keys and out the door I go.
When I got to the stop sign at the end of my road, a car pulls up and lets me know about the truck being jack knifed, we can't get out, blah blah blah. So I finally get away from them, and slide down the hill only to see an abominable snowman, er, I mean a VERY handsome man walking up the hill towards me. He gets in the car and said "If I wasn't having a bad enough night, as I was walking, a car came flying by and a Tsunami of snowy, icy slush came over me and now I am soaked." I tried desperately not to laugh.
Poor dude.
And how was YOUR Friday night????
JO
I have a story- wanna hear it??????
I always have a story, you know...Mark says I'm the only person on the face of this earth that can go into a public restroom and come out every blessed time with a story. But I digress, this story isn't about a bathroom, or even me, for that matter.
It's a story about Marky. At 7 PM last night, the phone rings and it's Mark saying he just got into the car, had to work late, walk across the parking lot in slush for a quarter mile, his shoes are ruined, blah, blah, blah. So he said the roads are awful, that he's creeping home at a snail's pace, it will take hime an hour, blah, blah blah.
So I said "well, be careful" and hung up.
At 7:45 he calls and says the interstate is all backed up he's got to go a different way to get home, blah, blah blah, he'll see me soon.
At 8:00 the phone rings again and as soon as I said Hey to him, I could tell the news wasn't great.
He says "I am almost home, I'm on the road leading up to our subdivision, and there is a 18 wheeler jack-knifed all the way across the road, so we can't go anywhere."
Poor guy!!!!!!! He's been gone from home for more than 12 hours, is a quarter mile from home and can't get there! So I told him to turn around, park his truck at the YMCA and walk home. In the blizzard!!! I said I'd meet him at the jack-knifed truck to pick him up.
He said okay.
In about ten minutes, he calls and says come for me, so I grabbed the keys and out the door I go.
When I got to the stop sign at the end of my road, a car pulls up and lets me know about the truck being jack knifed, we can't get out, blah blah blah. So I finally get away from them, and slide down the hill only to see an abominable snowman, er, I mean a VERY handsome man walking up the hill towards me. He gets in the car and said "If I wasn't having a bad enough night, as I was walking, a car came flying by and a Tsunami of snowy, icy slush came over me and now I am soaked." I tried desperately not to laugh.
Poor dude.
And how was YOUR Friday night????
JO
I'm standing there watching it all and can't do anything about it. 
Luckily the bus driver could see what was going on. I was worried that she wouldn't realize that he was still in the truck trying to get it out of the huge rut he had made. So she stopped and honked the horn! After about 5-10 minutes and a huge line of traffic the guy in the truck finally saw what he was causing and stopped and got out. By then someone in another truck had stopped in the middle of the road and is thinking that he is going to tow the guy out. So now the bus has no room to make the turn into the development. . . 
So she has to let all the kids out on the main road (on a bad curve) where she's not supposed to! Oh my!!
Can't wait for May again! 
They are bidding up pretty high! 
