I’m knitting along on my Knitting Olympics viking chicken hat, and trying to find weather updates on the tv.
Where is everyone? Well, Weather Channel won’t shut up about the European forecast…their brains are all in Torino. Something is going wonky with either my Mozilla browser or Accuweather.com, because I’m not seeing any new updates.
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I want my storm of the decade, and I want it now.
Yes yes, I know I wanted Pennichuck Chuck to tell me spring was coming. He didn’t. He came out, saw his shadow, and blew a big raspberry at me.
Well, if it’s six more weeks of winter, let’s have it. I want to see a raging blitzkreig of snow. No more of this pansy 35 degrees at 9am, bone dry streets and dreary grey landscape. No more windstorms that just blow trash from other people’s bins into my yard. No more RAIN.
If Mother Nature insists on dashing my hopes of early delivery from Johnny’s Selected Seeds, the least she can do is shake out her featherbed and put on a white sale.
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I think I need to go find the Orange Milanos, and sulk with some more Dalegarn Stork. sigh
-Wynn