My name must be Drama Llama.

But guess what? I need someone to talk to, yell at, cry with. And the cats just really don't fill that need very well these days.

I need someone to commiserate with me about never, ever being able to have Wendy's french fries* again, not to tell me how easy this will all be.

And I also need someone to shovel my driveway. We got right around a foot of snow in the past day and a half, and while the road has been plowed (I think someone who lives here has a plow...), my driveway is still covered.


* or hamburgers, or pasta, or gravy or sauces or anything from Denny's (not to mention all the other places I can't eat anymore)