OK, ok, so it’s snowing again. I grew up here, I knew what I was getting into, but still… enough already.
However, planning ahead, I think I need to put up a sign for when we have BBQs this year.
The first summer we moved in, I’d park and come in through the garage. My car hadn’t stopped moving but the deer flies (hate those #@*&$ things!) would be orbiting it. And every morning I’d come out, 12+ hours later, and there they were waiting. Probably settled down thinking “He went in, he’s gotta come out sometime!”