Jen and I drove to Dawson Creek (about 45 minutes away) last night to see Jeff Foxworthy. Just before we left Jen checked the weather and there at the top of the web page was the dreaded red bar that declared there was a snowfall warning. I had been saying earlier in the day that we needed one next week so we could get a snow day. When I had to do some driving, I was less than impressed to get my wish.
Anyway, we went anyway because the tickets were expensive. Well, it was totally worth it. The man is still quite funny after all these years. We were pleasantly surprised that he's moved past the whole "You might be a redneck if..." jokes. His routine is still based on silly rednecks, but it was very interesting. It was just what the doctor ordered. We both laughed all night long. Equally funny as Mr. Foxworthy was the fact that the majority of the people laughing at his jokes didn't really realize he was talking about people just like them. I had personally witnessed some of the things that the jokes were about.
The drive home was not as much fun. we came out to find giant flakes of snow falling at an alarming rate. It was the wet, slick snow as opposed to the dry, fluffy stuff we usually get. The road was really busy as half of the people at the arena were from Fort St. John. For the most part, the other drivers were well behaved which is unusual for up here and we made it home much later than usual, but in one piece.
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