I'm supposed to be at work at 8 (so I can leave at 5) to help Chris move some art stuff. Snow. A good 3 inches of it. I don't think that my purdy little Monte Carlo is going to want to drive tow work. I'm calling work every couple of minutes, to see if Chris is there to make sure he wants to open at 8. If I get there and he says we're not opening yet, I'm going to go back home and not go back to work at all. I'm so tired.
This sucks. This is when I hate snow.
