The dogs went outside, saw the snow, looked excited, and looked at me. I think they think I was responsible for this somehow.
Yes, dogs. I turned the world into a giant Sno-Kone FOR YOUR BENEFIT. You’re welcome.
Writes all the things. Most of the things never write back.
The dogs went outside, saw the snow, looked excited, and looked at me. I think they think I was responsible for this somehow.
Yes, dogs. I turned the world into a giant Sno-Kone FOR YOUR BENEFIT. You’re welcome.
Summer floats a slice of cucumber in my water glass;
Fall, a red maple leaf in my dog’s water bowl.
One good thing about a tornado watch – you never need to wind it. It winds itself.
Going outside right now is like a sunlit stroll on a warm, sandy beach.
Except it’s dark, and cloudy enough to obscure the waxing gibbous moon, and it’s 31 degrees out, and that’s granular snow, not sand, under my feet, which are wearing boots, not sandals or barefoot.
Other than that, exactly the same.
I know what it looks like when it’s snowing like crazy out. What I want to know is, what does it look like when it’s snowing like sanity out?
Then again, I’m not sure I know what sanity looks like. Looking in the mirror sure didn’t give me any clues.
I have come up with a bold plan to counter Hurricane Sandy. I shall DRINK Hurricanes!
Splash of Grenadine, 2 oz. orange juice, 4 oz. pineapple juice, 1 shot dark rum. Repeat until the storm is vanquished!
This may be the first full day of fall, but summer yet lives when I can go outside on a late Sunday afternoon and hear the sounds of the ice cream truck’s music in the air.
There should be a crayon in the big box of Crayolas named September Blue Sky.
This formation of geese flying south for the winter has been brought to you by the letter V and the number 17.
The Arctic Oscillation is either a meteorological term, or the latest dance craze. Take your pick.