Whoever is in charge up there can turn off the snow machine. We have enough. And thanks to you my weekend stitching retreat has been canceled.
That's right, Mr. All Powerful. No stitchers to stay up late with me and stitch till our eyes are bleary. No one else walking around till late morning with thread stuck to their pajamas. Nobody to share evening stitching and cocktails with.
Instead, I'll be shoveling snow and scraping ice.
So I hope you're hearing me. 'Cause I'm not happy.