It’s the middle of march, for Pete’s sake. Spring should be springing. The birds should be dropping little birdy land mines on the cars. They neighborhood kids should be outside screaming their little heads off. We should not be getting 6 inches of this:
The only good thing about it, I suppose, is that the Spouse Thingy got a surprise day off. We did our major grocery shopping a couple of days ago, so there was no where we had to go, and someone cleared off the driveway for us before we convinced ourselves to venture outside.
Since it did snow, and it doesn’t seem to be going away, I declared myself the Snow Queen, and sat outside on my throne.
My tail is now frozen.
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