A couple of weeks ago, I saw grass in my front yard, and I thought, Yay, winter is almost over. Oh was I ever so wrong. We had a storm about a week ago. I was at work during the storm, and I thought, "oh good, it was just a small storm (because all of the snow down at my work had melted away by the time I went home.) I don't think I will even have to shovel when I get home." WRONG AGAIN. We had over a foot of snow at our house. Fourteen inches to be exact. Luckily I have the best wife in the entire world and she had already shoveled once, or twice, and all that I had to shovel was the huge Ice ball at the end of our driveway that would keep any normal sized two-wheel drive car from entering the driveway. Well that was the last storm of the season. WRONG, we have had two since. The last one was a small one, but today, we had another one like the first one. On my way to work, a truck turned over and dumped hamburger all over the freeway, MacDonalds will be short on a few hundred pounds of hamburger this week.
Once again, when I left work . . . no snow. But when I got home, over a foot. I love living in Layton.
