When we woke up this morning we couldn't open our front door:
Those are our cars (we don't have a garage, so Chuck covered them with tarps):
And this is Chuck shoveling:
If you could hear him now, he sounds something like this:
"F**ing snow. F***ing winter. F***ing cold. F***ing Connecticut. I hate Connecticut!"
Chuck's not alone. In fact, he's commiserating with a fellow shoveler as I type:
The fact is, everyone's talking smack about Connecticut. It recently ranked number 50 on a list of the states ranked highest for happiness levels. Number 50. New Jersey ranked higher.
I think this article says it all. I'd summarize for you, but Chuck's lying in the middle of the road right now and I think I should ask traffic not to run him over.
Sigh. If we lived in Jersey, this would never happen.
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