We knew snow was expected.
So I arranged to stay with my friend Broccoli last night, so I could come to work today. I really didn't consider the concept of going home early to beat the snow, knowing I would be snowed in the next day and wouldn't be able to come to work.
Now I am stuck in my work town. It looks like I may be stuck here tonight. Meanwhile, my warm, snuggly teddy bear of a Hubster is snowed in at home with the cats and the piano and the black-eyed peas.
This is just wrong.
Talk about a bad decision.
&*$#@ work ethic.