This week, the sky decided that it was sick of my crap and dropped like a foot of snow on me all at once. I guess I shouldn’t complain. I live in northeast Ohio. Although this deluge is extremely annoying, it’s hardly surprising given our state motto: “So, are you ready to kill yourself yet?”
So instead of leaving the house today, I’ll start the tractor (trying not to catch it on fire like I did two years ago) and plow the driveway. And, you know, write Copyblogger wrap-ups to keep warm — because this isn’t just a blog; it’s a small piece of digital Texas.
Everything here is bigger, warmer, and more likely to involve the death penalty.