There was also a porch and a path and a driveway. And, you know, cars.
Today, you see this:

Even Husband wants to know just exactly where all this snow came from.

And riddle me this: How many cars do you see in this picture?

I couldn't agree more. I'm skimming the fat off chapters 1-3 of TCB before I hand them off to a beta reader but all I really want to do is sleep. I think the snow is getting to me.
oh geez.
ReplyDeletewhere are your pages, missy?
Eek! I swear I'll go back to writing once my thumb stops throbbing from all the shoveling I just did. *ducks and hides*
ReplyDelete(And yes I DID just use actions like a weirdo chat room person. Nothing like the good old days of ::Jennifer enters the tavern in a blue cloak::. It usually ended with some skeevy guy making hypothetical moves on my hypothetical person. Gross.)