Woke up last this morning, failed to properly brush my teeth and sat down at my home office still wearing my PJ’s. So yes, in one brilliant stroke of laziness I’ve fulfilled every stereotype of blogger (or perhaps ex football player dealing with a new found lack of celebrity). That being said, I did what any red blooded American would do when the so called “storm of the century” is supposed to hit New England.
I hit the store to get “supplies”, and then drank all the “supplies” while watching movies on my big screen. Hence the late wake up. Driving around Boston was like something out of “I am Legend” just creepy lack of traffic and a large black man with his German Sheppard roaming the streets with an automatic weapon. Anyway, I don’t want to get on my high horse here, but maybe meteorologists should consult with the kid from Upstate New York before they declare a snow emergency. Back where I come from, we call this a dusting. Call me when you lose your dog in a snow drift and your parents call off the search cause they’re all out of Genny Cream Ale. I basically grew up in an igloo (and like Doug Flutie, I ate only snow). Only a hand full of flakes fell yesterday. I call that, “Weather Fail.”
That’s all for now. Its a slow day.
Oh, and Ndamukong Suh is kissing a Seal:
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