Slam dancin' on my head

I'm thinking of an island.

Ruggedly beautiful, friendly people, ammenities, but not too much urban sprawl.

And warm weather. Sunny too.

That's the freakin' thing Newfoundland is missing, especially St. John's.

We got slammed with three storms in less than a week. Fine. I can deal with six foot high snow banks in my yard. Kinda reminds me of when I was a kid. The banks seemed much higher then, and I'm not sure if it's because we had more snow then, or if it was the difference in height (and as many of you are probably now thinking: What difference in height? She's still as short as a hobbit).

But I digress.

What I can't deal with is 15 mm of rain on top of this heap of snow. Do you know what that much snow plus that much rain equals to? One freakin' big, cold, slushy, oozy, icy mess that is inescapable.

Where is my sugar daddy that will whisk me away from all of this?