Deep doodoo

Nope, no snow up there.

Nope, no snow up there.

Thirty-six inches: That’s the final tally from Maryland, where the digging out has commenced.

"It snowed how much? Where? Let's never go there."

“It snowed how much? Where? Let’s never go there.”

Adding insult to inundation, the gut rumble that started working its way through the kinfolk beginning with the brother-in-law has so far claimed 75 percent of the clan, with only Herself spared (so far).

Meanwhile, the mom-in-law’s flight back to Tennessee got croaked by the storm, so Herself the Elder is enjoying a little extra recovery time before clambering into an aluminum tube full of fresh viruses for the trip home.

This whole clusterfuck was intended to give her the chance to inspect a couple of properties with an eye toward relocating somewhere down the road.

I bet the trip made Albuquerque look like the Garden of Eden. The place has its warts like any other, but the snow rarely arrives three feet at a time and the only time anyone ever shits themselves is at the thought of living in Maryland.

"'Maryland,' you say? Sounds like Hell to me."

“‘Maryland,’ you say? Sounds like Hell to me.”

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3 Responses to “Deep doodoo”

  1. khal spencer Says:

    I’ve thought of going Back East, but Herself, My Version, is allergic to the places I would want to live (Adirondacks, New Hampshire, Vermont) and I am allergic to the places she would be incined to head towards, , ie. MD, DE, etc, aka the crowded Eastern Seaboard). That’s why The City Indifferent looks good.

  2. Charley Auer Says:

    Anything east of Colorado and New Mexico is the East Coast in my mind, not going to happen!

  3. Pat O'Brien Says:

    I retired 12 years ago. I can move anywhere I want that has a reasonable cost of living. After looking a few places, we are still here. People pay money to come here and play. Nuf said?

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