Nor’easter shmoreaster it’s friggin cold, windy, wet, and plain old miserable.  Wouldn’t you know I’d have to go out in all this muck to shop?  I hate shopping.  I hate it even more when it’s nasty outside. 

     There’s nothing like wrestling a forty pound bag of dog food out of a cart and slinging it into the back of the van with rain pounding down around you.  That is except schlepping bags from a fully loaded shopping cart of groceries into said vehicle on the same trip.  At which time there was the bonus of large snowflakes added to the downpour.  (Lee if you’re reading this, you can stop laughing now it didn’t stick to the ground.)

     Oh, joy, the first snow of the season, blecch!  Mother Nature isn’t finished with us yet, she’s ordered another Nor’easter to come through here right behind this one.  Gee, thanks Ma.

     The dogs and Dear Hubby were all snug in the house.  I was not.  I was carrying things into the house.  Rain soaked, windblown, and cold I dragged the last bag in.  DH told me he was going upstairs to take a nap.  And people wonder why I write murder mysteries…