I live in south Mississippi. It's hot! Like all the time - HOT. I hate it but I've pretty much always lived in the south and I have no one to blame but myself. I keep trying to convince my husband and brother to move to Alaska with me, but they're not having it.
We normally have mild winters, not really even a winter. Usually we all wear shorts through November and December. And if we're lucky, it gets cold in January. In December, we had a tacky sweater party at our house and it was so hot and humid that we ran the AC so no one would sweat.
So, that's the south; the real south. It aggravates the mess outta me when someone from North or South Carolina say they are from the south, to me they are northerners. You can tell by their accents - freakin' Yankees! (LOL! I'm not prejudiced, just get real y'all)
Ok, so the local weather started calling for a "winter storm". They had us all excited that we would get some snow. Snow I like, ice I do not. And guess what we got?! Ice, lots and lots of ice.
Tuesday morning I get up as usual, get ready for work and head that way. About 30 minutes after I get here I email my boss. I told him, he really did not need to drive all the way from MS/ AL state line today because it will be too bad. It was already very cold and sleeting. He texts me and tells me to get home before it gets too bad to go. So I leave, but before I do, every guy that lives locally called in - "I can't make it, I can't drive in this." For real? I did. But I'm going home by now, so I don't care too much.
I make it home and my brother says it's snowing! I look outside and it looks like snow. I walk outside and I hear it. Yea, you shouldn't be able to hear snow. It sleet! Freaking sleet! And it keeps up until about 6 o'clock that evening.
My boss texts me and says not to worry about going to work on Wednesday either. But I'm stubborn see? So yep, I got up at my normal time and got ready to go to work. My husband tells me to check the driveway before I try driving out. And sure enough, it's about 3 inches of nothing but ice. I'm not going anywhere. I worked from home again. And haven't been anywhere since the morning before. I'm not a happy camper!
Finally, after my husband and a neighbor chop and shovel all the ice away from the drive, I tell him I can't stand it one more minute. I gotta get outta here!
I had just finished a book series with the worst imaginable, saddest ending ever. So at this point, I'm depressed and feeling closed in! No, we better go somewhere. Well, the roads are all blocked but I went around a few (safely) and went to buy a few groceries. Now I hate buying groceries! My husband is like, "You want to go to the grocery store?" And I'm like, "No but I don't want to stay here any longer, so let's go!"
I do not know how my brother does it. He stays at the house all day everyday. And then a lot of times, when we ask him to go somewhere with us after we get off work, he doesn't want to go. I worry about him, but he says he's fine. I don't know.....
A few more hours in that house and I might would've started a fire just to get out of there! I'm serious, a lot of not-so-sane things were going through my mind. It's kinda scary. But I didn't do anything and we made it safely out and back home again!
I was so happy to be out of the house yesterday (Thursday) when my boss told me to go home early because it was my birthday, I told him "nuh-uh!".