Emails and Snow Plows

I currently have 1,111 emails in my inbox. Oh, I know what you're thinking. Why don't you delete your emails? I do. I swear. I delete some of them. The ones that I get from companies or people that I don't know, I delete. But the rest, I guess I always think...maybe one day I'll need to look at this again. Or, if I get lonely, then I can look and see how many people have written me emails and see that people really do love me. It's heartwarming to look in your inbox and see that you have 1,111 emails. It really is.

Onto the next topic. The snow plow. I thought snow plows were suppose to be helpful. Turns out that they only care about the street and they don't care about your driveway at all. Or Daryl's back. Daryl almost broke his back shoveling this big ol' pile of snow out of the bottom of the driveway. Thanks a lot, snow plow. Hope we don't have to see you until next stupid winter and hopefully by then I'll be living in a warmer climate year round. Or, my tunnel down the Earth's molten core might be complete by then. Either that or I'm going to build a Florida sun room in my basement. There will be those full spectrum light bulbs all around and I'll put a kiddie pool in there and some plants. I would like to buy a palm tree, but I think they are very expensive. Maybe I'll get rich and then I can have palms trees plus an indoor waterfall. You know what else I'll need for my basement Florida room? A full sized swimming pool. Maybe it can be a cross between an Infinity pool and an endless pool. There is a difference between an endless pool and an infinity pool...if you don't know, please educate yourself on the finer things in life including pools that I'll never really own.

Here are some pictures of my basement Florida room (to be completed for next winter):

Pretty nice view for a basement, huh?




















Here I am swimming (in my mind) in the basement Florida room.


























Here are the lovely floral arrangements that you will see if you turn around and look the other way in my Florida room basement. Those people in the background are tourists. Yes, I get tourists in my basement every now and again. I charge admission. It all works out.