Wife is wrong about the food being here (How Morgan spent his snow day)
Long story short: We did not get the food, and Morgan got to spend a delightful half-hour in the snow while under the influence of pot. Short story long: So my wife ordered Wendy's (yes, we eat fast food) through DoorDash. My wife told me that the driver was on their way, so I went into the kitchen and basically stood there staring at my front gate while a herd of cats wondered why I wasn't feeding them in a timely manner. Then my wife came through the kitchen and told me that the driver was here and looking for our house. I went outside and stood by our mailbox. It had started to snow. The mailbox is only a yard away from the front gate--I can see over it--and if a driver was actually out there, they would be able to see me. Have I mentioned that it had started snowing? When the snow had hit a quarter of an inch on my hoodie--after I am not sure how many minutes, but enough for a quarter inch of snow--I decided that I was tired of waiting. So I go back into the h...