Nope--the boss might grant one day off, but not two! Left very early this AM and it wasn't too bad--90 minutes to get in. (Last storm, it was 2 hours.)
But don't worry about me--worry about my hubs. Granted, he's a guy, and sometimes guys do crazy stuff.
I called him from work around 11:00 this morning. He was finishing up a call to his friend on his cell phone, when he picked up my call on the (portable) house phone (sometimes he carries around the portable with him as well). Jack was barking his brains out in the background. So he's talking to his friend, me, and the dog is barking.
Me: "Why is Jack barking?"
Hubs: "Oh he's mad because I crawled out his favorite staring window, and then he jumped out after me, so I had to push him back inside."
Me: "What the heck?!"

Hubs: "Wait a minute, I'm sliding . . . "
Me: "What do you mean you're sliding--are you out on the slippery roof in the snow--all ALONE?!"

Hubs: "Well, not really--Jim is on the other line, and you're on this line, and Jack is here."



Me: "Please come inside--I don't care if the roof gets shovelled! Call the landlord instead!"