Here comes another two feet of snow. Next time I expect a storm of Biblical proportions, I'll park my car in the public garage under the bank on the corner.

I got to work today a few hours late, but no one was there except the CFO who remarked on my presence; "Good Girl!", on his way out. After plowing through a few scans and forwards the phone rang. Some lady in Florida wanted a Satisfaction or Lien...

It's a good thing we started shoveling yesterday. There's still more snow to be shoveled than can by moved in a day. Compounding the problem are huge berms the goons plowed across the alley head and city street when they cleared the grocery store...

Well, of course I couldn't find my Smokey Joe today. I anticipated that and cooked up four pounds of country ribs and a pound of Italian sausage yesterday afternoon as the snow started to fall. I also planned for the leftover smoked rib meat that makes...

Holy cow, there's almost three feet on snow on the ground. And it's still coming down. I'd better get out the shovel if I'm ever going to find the smoker.