You guys know me so well. As we speak I am digging through my storage in an attempt to find my snowsuit. Even if I find it I will probably need to have some alterations done. I was 6 the last time I wore it. I'm also trying to remember where I left my sled. Oh, happy, happy day!! 🌨❄☃
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You sure you want to do that, because I have had 63 years of snowball throwing experience. However, if that would make those noisy, messy, rude Cananadian geese go further south from here, I'm in favor. No accumulation at all yet, just what we in Vermont would have called, summer rain.
Whatever, how about you keep them up there. I am amazed that after 9 years down here I have only seen one smashed flat on the pavement which satisfied my desire to do that when they casually waddle across the road holding up traffic. I want to put down my window and scream out. Hey, you dummy's, you do have wings you know, eh!
Of course they have wings. And good sense.
When I came home from the hospital, I was still sweaty and feverish, so Mike turned the heat down. I have been freezing ever since.
And here’s your answer why!
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59 is my “we’re not home” temperature!!
59 would be my “just put a toe tag on me” temperature.
The horses are starting to shed their winter coats!
You can also find Canadian bacon on the internet. It ain’t a thing.
