This weekend we were supposed to travel first to Grey’s Nana’s house in Lancaster, PA and then on to Penn State for my brother’s graduation. But after listening to weatherman Doug Hill’s warning’s of impending doom and snowfall of up to two feet, we decided it probably wasn’t the best idea to take to the road.
Thank God we listened; traveling would have been a nightmare and driving through the mountains of PA could have been something from a scene from “Deliverance: The Christmas Edition.” I have a fear of Amish people and I can just imagine what those crazy Pennsylvania Dutch would have done to us if they had found our modern little family buried in the snow in our “Satan mobile” along the side of the road. Let’s just put it this way, instead of Grey being snuggled on the couch with a beer and nachos, he’d most likely be some hefty Amish woman’s new bitch. I’d be sold off to a guy named Amos while Ollie would be raised to believe his parents were minions of the devil who died in a drunken buggy accident.
Whew. That was a close one!