Last night, as the civic idled beyond our back door, Dan kissing goodbye's with Ana, I had the notion to come with him. I couldn't stand being alone for 2 days without him. So, I packed Ana and myself up in five minutes and off we went with my incredulous husband to Minneapolis. There's one thing he can't say: That he's not sure if his wife loves him or not.
I thought maybe we'd miss the dumping of snow that Marshall is due to get (and should be in the middle of right now). But alas, Minneapolis is to get the same amount. Oh Winter. Can't you take a hint?
Go find yourself a nice bowl of soup and curl up with My Antonia (only because it's such an awesome book and you should read it if you haven't). This should be the last of the snow socking.
Again.
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