Before you hang my wife up on a cross, it's not her, it's me. I choose not to smoke in the house. I have my garage, but on really cold days, I might as well be outside. Not to mention by the time I shovel a path I'm frozen stiff.
I'm just griping because I'm tired of snow and would like to see my grass again, that's all
Guess I just played into the old cliche... Sorry 'bout that.