Three, it's a magic number

We're getting hit with another ginormous snow storm. The fourth one we've had in two weeks! It's supposed to be spring. Mother nature is completely off her rocker and confused. After getting home from doing all of the errands this morning, the smell of snow filled the air. And I'm like nope. That's it, my mister, we're moving somewhere tropical where we don't have to deal with this anymore! Where we can lay on the beach and drink cocktails and you can sell pooka shells to the tourists...