It's six days 'til Christmas and the temperature is 73 degrees in the south. I am not amused. I know I shouldn't be complaining and have pity on you poor New England/Midwest bloggers but still.....it's Christmas. There should be snow.
We are supposed to get an "ice-snow-maybe-sort-of-could-be-might-be-a-flake-winter-storm-event" on Christmas Eve. The ice gods better throw down a few Popsicles from Heaven in a hurry if that's going to happen. But I read somewhere that God created the world in 6 days so....I suppose anything is possible. It is the season of miracles! Right? So I thought I'd bring a little winter on the blog from a January 08 post when yours truly went slip sliding down Bloggingham mountain.
Snow! Glorious snow!
I told you I smelled snow........
Half the population of my minute metropolis hustled to the grocery store yesterday (moi included) for the big storm. This is it. There are ten snowflakes on my hat.
I dropped things. Lost my balance picking them up. Fell down again.The camera got wet. My behind got soaked. My fingers froze. My scarf got dirty.And I ate all the beanie-weenies in my pocket before lunchtime.The only nut in the forest was me so the birds flew south.
What I won't do for a story.
I can smell it, I tell ya! I can smell it a mile away.
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