Happy Monday!I just looked out the window. It is dreaaaarrrry with a capital D. No leaves on the trees. Brown grass on the ground. Mutilated baby leaves strewn about. I can now peek through the woodsy wilderness to see large downed trees and logs lying on the ground leaving empty spaces and holes in the architecture of walled bark I called My Bloggingham. Depressing. Who is going to remove all those ice-ravaged trees? A man with an axe to grind would be a welcome sight about now.
A balmy 15 degrees greeted me this morning when my tender Queen feet hit the bedroom floor.
I am sick of cold weather. SICK of it.
Much to my delight, we are expecting yet another snowstorm in the next 24 hours.
Let me clarify what a snowstorm means in the South.
Snow + storm = Disaster
Snow + storm = 0 food in the grocery store
It doesn't even have to be a storm. If we hear S-N-O-W we think it means storm.
I hear the jabs.
Why do Southerners rush out to buy milk and bread anyway? When the power goes out in an ice storm the milk goes bad. Seems to me that non-dairy Cheetos would be a better choice.
I intend to wrap myself up like the snow bunny I am and sit this one out.
I'll be wearing my black hat.