Last night my father went out to attempt to shovel himself out of the snowy mess that had hit Ohio. He slipped, fell, and broke his wrist. Because of the weather it took them over an hour to get to the hospital so he could get it set. (They only live like 10 minutes away.) He's grouchy about it, but I told him, "Dad, look on the bright side. You'll be included in the weather related injuries report we all hear on the news!"
He wasn't pleased.
He wasn't pleased.