Forecast here for later this week is also calling for snow.
I'm blaming all of you.
All your fault.
*looks cross*
I'm blaming all of you.
All your fault.
*looks cross*
It's in the 70s down here.
*looks for Hurricane Dance ceremonial mask*
I came really, really close to hitting the ground when I had my ears pierced when I was a teenager - spinning tunnel vision, everyone sounding really far away... Blood sugar reaction thing to needles. I had a nice margarita before I had my belly button done a few years ago and was fine.
It would have to snow up to eight feet here, and even then I'd probably still be expected to go to work.
It's cold here. brrr
I'm saving it for when you have a day off.
In fact, the stories I do know seem to remind of the Faulkner's South--full of decay and corruption of all kinds. It does give me something to use.
Ok, so Ted's in charge of snowfall this year.
Okay, Ted, no snow here until Christmas, please. And I mean Christmas Day. Not before or after, just that one day. thank you.