Sneaux-magedon date 9, January, Twenty Fourteen. We’ve found ourselves in an alternate vortex where Christmas Vacations never end, and the crew is growing weary…
Let’s recap. Week one, I was in intense pain running around, with a huge inflamed cyst on my leg, trying to get ready for Christmas, and last minute company, which all ended up with a trip to the ER.
Week two. Christmas. Post Op. Lots of pain killers. Company. All last minute shopping. No drinky treats because of said meds. HELL.
Week Three. New Years. Cold. Kids gone wild. Meds wearing off. Car broken down. Sneaux-magedon approaches.
Week Four. SNEAUXMAGEDON STRIKES. Just about got in a fist fight at the store. Made it home, and haven’t been able to leave since. Brains are oozing, the world is frozen. And I can’t eat one more damn sandwich, or watch the Croods one more flipping time. Someone refill my flippen meds from week one PLEASE.
As I look out my window, and my vision is blurred by freezing rain, and more falling snow, I can’t help but wonder if we’ll ever make it back to sanity in one piece, or if we are doomed forever to live in this harsh realm of frozen hell forever… and I want nachos now. Snow plows should totally deliver mexican food.
To be continued………………………………..
Coffee and Spellcheck 