Well dears, I've been snowed in now for a few days after the blizzard that passed through this week. The streets are plowed but being a southern fellow and new to this I didn't realize I should have been strategic about parking my truck. In the lower spots it seems there was about 12 inches of snow. Around my truck naturally it's thigh deep. After much excavation yesterday and more planned today I'm hoping to be able to get out of the driveway soon. Lesson learned.
I walked down to the Hooterville courthouse yesterday to get a copy of my property tax bill for some financial paperwork I need. The building is quite old and I fully expected Atticus Finch to turn the corner at any moment. The lovely lady at the Treasury office walked to her computer and asked me if I knew the parcel number. I said no and she then looked it up by my name. Walking away I noticed on the bill that the parcel number is a 12 or so character number with dashes in odd places. How would anyone possibly know that off the top of their head? Surely she gets a lot of responses of no to that question.
There's no more wine or beer in the house so I'll be walking to the liquor store later in the afternoon. Should I pick anything up for you?
3 comments:
It's the beer fridge!
Every Canadian has one of those.
Should I pick anything up for you?
Thanks but I stocked up when news of a snowpocalypse was upon us.
oh my goodness...you're not in Louisiana anymore. I couldn't deal.
Keep yourself warm up there.
You need to pick up as much alcohol as you can....to drink, to light...to bathe in.
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