I call dibs on this weather.

Okay, the whole “dibs” thing really needs to end. Like a week ago. For those not in the greater Chicagoland area or not aware of the debilitating bonkertude that a day and change of snow can inflict, I am not speaking of those delicious chocolate covered ice cream wonders. Those are permitted. I am speaking, of course, about every single one of my neighbors and their household furniture. Holding parking spots. Ones that they’d shoveled. TWO WEEKS AGO. Sure, I {Read More}