Bad Four Letter Words

Snow

Work

at the same time.

I am not diggin' that Mother Nature. Big fat chunky flakes came down whilst I was slaving away at my glorious job. I said as long as it doesn't stick and it stops by 10pm, it can snow all it wants. Apparently I've got some good Karma today. It stopped about 20 minutes later. Whew, dodged the bullet on that one.

I don't mind the snow, it's the bitter cold I can't stand. I don't like driving in the snow but I've been known to do it a time or two. I lived on the lakefront in northern Illinois for 7 years plus 12 years in Wisconsin and 2 now in Minnesota. I oughta be used to it by now but no, I'm not. I don't think I ever will be. Wanna know why?

I lived in Tucson, AZ for two fabulous, hot, 110 degree weather, sunshine filled years. I was ruined for all time. I was spoiled by the dry heat. I soaked it in. I relished it.

Then I met a stupid boy from WI and left my sanctuary and moved to Madison in the middle of a snowstorm. I am so not kidding. That, however, is a story for another blog.

Muwahahahaha!

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