'Tis the season for snow storms.
Apparently, also 'tis the season for snow squalls.
These are come straight from Hell, pretty sure.
Monday night, I left work 15 minutes early as to avoid dying in said snow squall.
Braxton stayed on facetime with me, talking me through every movement until I got home.
He's the best.
And then there's this one.
I said Please-ish!
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