I hate bad weather.

HATE.

Rain, snow, sleet and cold put me in a very foul mood. Maybe I need to move south. I’m convinced I have seasonal mood disorder. I’m seriously in a funk the 3-4 coldest months of the year. So yeah, this morning? I wasn’t too happy. I hate driving in it, because I’m convinced either me or the other idiots on the road are going to crash. But I made it to work, on time, and made it home in one piece.

Neal has to travel farther than I do to work, so he decided to work from home today. He was a sweetie and helped me clean off my car in the morning. Here he is working on his car.

HAHA, his hat cracks me. I came home to a well-shoveled sidewalk and driveway.

Maybe it’s just me, but does anyone feel guilty about turning down a kid who knocks on your door and asks nicely to shovel your driveway? Ugh. One time, when Neal and I were in our rental, it snowed overnight and stopped by morning. That was when I was working night shift at the newspaper and Neal worked normal 9-5 hours. Two young boys came to the door late morning (when I was just rolling out of bed) asking if they could shovel. I said yes, because I felt bad saying no! And they were just being good kids, doing honest work to get some cash.

Well, I caught hell from Neal, because while he understands the plight of broke teenagers, it was not necessary to spend the cash when we have two perfectly capable young people living in our house (well, actually, I’m a weakling and won’t shovel unless I have to, but Neal’s a perfectly capable young man). So anyway, a kid came to our door yesterday, and I knew Neal was going to be home in an hour, so I had to tell the kid no. I felt so bad! He had this cute little face and the shovel was like half as big as him. What is wrong with me?

I actually cannot answer the door anymore, because I’ll buy whatever you’re selling. If we are both home, Neal answers, since he’s the only one that can say no! Although, funny story, because a Boy Scout came to the door selling popcorn one time when I wasn’t home. Neal answered the door, and said he bought the cheapest thing available because he felt bad saying no.

So what did he buy?

Popcorn. Not popped corn, or microwaveable bags.

No.

He bought popcorn kernels. In a plastic tub. So…… if any of you know how to pop these suckers without some fancy popcorn-popping contraption, let me know. Or better yet, anyone want some popcorn kernels?