Thursday, Apr. 24, 2003
Dear Diary:

I woke up this morning, stretched, looked up at the skylight and saw that overnight we'd got A BUTTLOAD OF FREAKING SNOW!!!

You know that scene in "Home Alone" where Macaulay Culken is running down the hall, waving his arms and screaming? Well, that was my first reaction.

ARRRRRGGGGGGGGHHHHHHH!

And just where did being Mr. Organized end up getting the spousal unit, I ask you.And then I remembered that the spousal unit had really been on my case about getting the snow tires on the Marnmobile changed for the all season radials. The words "lazy" and "disorganized" had been bandied about in my general direction.

HAH! DOUBLE HAH! Now, because of this insanely late snowfall, I was no longer lazy and disorganized. Nuh UH. Now I was simply extremely prescient!

A lesser woman might gloat about this situation.

As I sat up in bed and looked out the window into the yard, I noticed that he had driven his truck up the extremely steep road to our house yesterday. The truck that is proudly sporting its summer tires. The truck that is now stranded because it would be too dangerous to drive down on those tires until the snow melts away in the next day or so.

A lesser woman might gloat about this situation.

Oh, who am I trying to kid here? For a few seconds there I was the Universal Epicentre of Gloating, a veritable black hole of gloating.

I love these flowers to bits.  Seeing them like this just breaks my heart.It was all too brief. Then I realized two things:

1) with his truck stranded he was going to be home again all day today, And How The Heck Am I Going To Do His Wangitude Tee Shirt With Him Here? and
2) my beloved daffodil meadow is right on the point of flowering so my daffies are getting their little golden butts kicked.

Remember that scene in "Home Alone" where Macaulay Culken is running down the hall, waving his arms and screaming?

Well, I've decided that's my final reaction.

Drat.

And for a second there I was having so very much fun getting my gloat on.

--Marn

Mileage on the Marnometer: 220.57 miles (354.9 kilometers) Ten percent there rubber duck.Ten percent there rubber duck.Ten percent there rubber duck.Ten percent there rubber duck.
Goal for 2003: 500 miles - 804.5 kilometers

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