Tuesday, December 16, 2008

Please Stop Smiting Me

When I woke up this morning, the temperature was -11. The wind chill was -30.

At noon today it began snowing on top of the black ice.

The drive home took almost two hours.

When I walked in the door, I found the hole our dog had chewed in the kitchen floor.

It's near the cabinet with the frame someone recently cracked.

Whatever it is I did, I'm sorry.

7 comments:

Jennifer said...

I believe you were in for a penny, in for a pound... now you're paying for it. :)

fish said...

Damn, Jennifer beat me to it. I was going to say read the post below...

Jennifer said...

Ha!

Snag said...

I'm apparently paying for all sorts of things.

Mendacious D said...

I thought smiting normally involved lightning, or spontaneously combusting underpants.

At least it would warm you up.

Righteous Bubba said...

Please Stop Smiting Me

I believe these requests worked wonderfully for Job, so keep pleading and good things will happen. Crossing fingers!

rotten mcdonald said...

It seems we got the 2 feet of snow that should have been part of your smiting. We'll just have it sent up to your place then, shall we?