It’s supposed to snow for Christmas Eve. It might already be snowing. It probably is, judging by the weather radar map, but I haven’t looked outside. I desperately don’t want it to snow. We’re going to my sister’s house and I do not want to travel in the snow.
Traveling in the snow is stressful enough.
But I’m having flashbacks to last year on Christmas Eve. When it was snowing. Traffic was bad. And some jack hole RAN US OFF THE FUCKING ROAD INTO A DITCH. (part one || part two)
I don’t want that to happen again.
If it’s snowing, we’re taking Bob’s car.
Because I’m convinced my car is cursed.
This does not look promising. The heaviest snowfall is predicted for where we are going.
Fuck a damn duck.
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