My wonderful state of crazy weather usually brings us winter storms in February and sandal 70’s at Christmas time… even though it’s not always the case. It just depends on what sort of mood Virginia is in. So forgive me when I never believe the weather person. I am sure their science is good; but the Lady has absolutely nothing to do with it, apparently. Last week, everyone was in a tizzy buying all the bread and milk at the store… two things I don’t really consume anyway…because there was suppose to be some winter ice storm happening. Ooooh… really? I sat back and shook my head thinking, “I’ll believe it when I see it.”
The storm was suppose to begin sometime during the night before I left work, but it hadn’t done anything. I had made it home with no issues… no ice… no rain… nothing. As I pulled up to the house I suddenly had the strong urge to park in my driveway (which I never do because it blocks my sister in). I usually park along the yard and private drive. I don’t know why … but that morning was different.
I went inside and went to sleep (I work nights so I sleep during the day). Later in the afternoon I woke up to mayhem. The power kept flickering and I kept hearing crashing sounds all around. Ice was everywhere outside… trees were falling. Right where I normally park my car… a huge tree lay right across that spot!
I wonder if I can get a discount through Progressive for that.
