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VVe got a looooot of snovv. Think about a foot.
Badly needed, even if it is inconvenient.
Me too.I only wish that Calvin and Hobbes was around back then so I could have gotten this kind of inspiration:
So you're back to don't worry be grumpy2 hour layover…. Not a win, but landing safe in a storm was a win
No, not yet, not in the northeast yet, but after I take off and then land again, in another storm…. Then I’ll be back to my old grumpy self…. I will once again be happy and know who I am…. A mean ornery grouchy grumpSo you're back to don't worry be grumpy
I lived in snow country for a number of years when I was a kid. I liked it; snow was fun. I didn't like shoveling it, though. But building snowmen was fun. I only wish that Calvin and Hobbes was around back then so I could have gotten this kind of inspiration:
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Ornery, grouchy, grumpy free win.
Another cold morning, it was -4c when i got up , now it's up to a toasty -2c.
Good morning people and perverts (English this morning, just in case anyone didn't notice;-)
I made basil pesto and parmesan pasta bake tonight. Karen loved it but to me it was like eating nothing so I hardly ate any and I'm starving. I think I'll cut up some spuds and make chips in the air fryer.
Good evening
I love pesto pasta, make my own with garlic, pine nuts, basil, parmesan and used engine oil
The thing is, if you don't eat it you're going to be hungry.
Cats of course like the night for fun & games.
I'm not a huge fan of pasta
When we had kitties, there was what we fondly called the "2am olympics" where they chased each other, caroused like drunken sailors and tried to get us up to join the fun by general noise-making merriment.I'll tell them. Ours prefer to sleep in the warmth during winter
If there's a drunken Saylor around here at 2am, the cats all look at my husband and seem to say "vvill you go to bed, fool?"When we had kitties, there was what we fondly called the "2am olympics" where they chased each other, caroused like drunken sailors and tried to get us up to join the fun by general noise-making merriment.