We've got sleet and icing on the way. My lovely beloved found an electric broom she wants at a store four miles away. I told her she wasn't going to drive today and she's like I'm not even here. "You can go with me if you want" in her chipper voice. I guess now I've got to get cleaned up. Isn't there something somewhere that says the husband gets to be the boss? I guess she missed that class.