This weather is less acceptable, daily.
This is not a black and white photo, according to the yellow parking space lines!
Today is Saturday, it's pouring down snow at three in the afternoon.
And another winter storm forecast for Wednesday.
I have solved a longstanding problem of mine.
What to do with the box of tissues in my car.
My glove box.
Inside my glove box. The usual, the manual, my registration and insurance card.
What is that container on top, you ask?
The refrigerator! Not kidding!
Seventy one years old and technology is coming at me from all over my new car.
A phone in the radio, a refrigerator in the glove box.
Be still my heart.
Ignore the sorry condition of the box; it has been kicked all over this car.
Then it came to me, as we drove along.
"Emily, see if the tissues fit in the refrigerator."