(these are what I call grassicles. They are the little blades of grass that didn't get buried in snow.
And were turned into grassicles due to the ice. See the one on the far right for best example)
I SO wanted to go out bummin' at a few stores, there is a Jewel Osco and the Halmark down the road. I mean like 5 minutes down the road. The both have fun 50-75% off sales, nope canceled plans. Bah humbug on this shitastical weather!Snow? Nope. I would love for it to be snow. We've gots us some freezing rain. Which means driveway of ice. Is now a driveway of new ice. Dirty bitches.
BUT the good news is it should get up to 40 degrees out today, which means we have flood warnings!
SUPER!
Should have gotten a canoe for Christmas. Then I could have gone out.
And we were talking about going out to eat with Spaghetti's cousin and her husband, Loren. Maybe a possibility, again, if this 40 degree heat wave can dent the ice.
Now again to explain why I like snow. Because it can be moved.
Snow? Get shovel. Move. Plow. Carry on with life. Small delay.
All those fuckers that say the would rather it be freezing then warmer with snow. Well here you go. I hope your happy.
(this would be a frozen shut garbage can. Now where exactly do we put the dirty diapers, cat shit and holiday leftovers?)Freezing weather? Rain becomes ICE (not snow) and now we have a 3 inch fucking layer of ice, snapping of trees (not kidding) coating every surface, and pissing in my cornflakes, so I can't go bummin' with my mommy and kids today.
(this is my frozen Lilac bush, coated with ice)Boooooooo. Oh so you lovelies with your chilly weather, and your "my goodness I need a scarf today!" or "Man I can't wait till it gets back up to the 70's next week" can go sit on a stick.
Yes I am bitter, not because of the cold, but because I am denied my day out. If this shithole weather fucks with my scrapbooking weekend I will be livid.
How do I really feel? Call me.
1-800-winter-blows.
Oh Merry Christmas everyone! (tee hee!)
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