Snow everywhere. For the fourth or fifth time in the last week, the weather man was wrong. Wrong wrong wrong. We had snow all day. All day. I got to bust out the snow blower again. Again.

I’m not usually a seasonal complainer since I am one of those people who always says I couldn’t live in, like, Florida or Cali because I like variety throughout the year. And I really do mean that. But when the weather man keeps saying “enjoy the next couple of sunny, snow-free days” and I plan accordingly, the unexpected snow really blows.

I’m not exactly in the Outer Banks vacation homes market or anything,  but I really wish the weather guys would stop sucking it long enough to not blow the weekend…or at least let us know when it’s actually going to be a snowy day.