I'm dreaming of a .....

No, not a White Christmas. But at this point, it looks like we're going to have one. We're under a "Heavy Snow Warning" until noon tomorrow and we're getting dumped on pretty good.

Right now all I'm dreaming of is an escape. Except the roads are too crummy to drive on anyway, so I wouldn't get very far.

It's just been one of those days - you know the sort - the type that you'd rather walk barefoot in the snow, or pull your toenails out with pliers.

And no, it's not all the kids. It's the husband.

If he keeps this crap up, he's going to find a nice big, gift wrapped box of all his belongings on the front lawn.

Good riddance. The joys of marriage. For those unmarried folk - take this as a warning.