Well arn't we the "Cat's Meow?" We get another 8 inches of snow. Now? We get to wait yet another two weeks for the trash guy to show up.
Do see a garbage truck today? The driver is defiantly sitting at a donut shop. Oh, and the donut shop is right next to a liquor store....so I don't really know.
I've just thrown a whole loaf of old bread out onto the snow drifts to save starving birds and varmints? Even if they can get to a slice? Won't it just break their little teeth? And if they wait for a little melting? Who likes soggy bread.
By driving up and down our suburban blocks trying to get to the grocery stores that are empty? We get bonus points on the moto cross tour.
The guy two doors down to the South stops by?
"Hi! I lost my keys helping shovel your walk while you were in the hospital. Have you seen them?"
"Let's talk about that in May."
We've started a grand experiment here. We've recently started shopping at two new SUPERMALLS. They are OUTDOOR SUPERMALLS.....OUTDOOR SUPERMALLS in a town that has just seen up to 80 inches of snow in the past three weeks.
I have relatives and friends in Michigan and Maine and New York who've yet to see a flake of snow. And I'll bet they don't have outdoor shopping malls.
I'm trying really heard to be upbeat and positive about this "stuff"....but keep falling back into the chronic cliche "enuf's enuf!"
I know I'm "preaching to the contraltos" amongst those who live here. But what we need all of the rest of you to do right now? Send us pictures of your "Brown Christmases." Talk to us of drought, and crop failure and smog.
If you'll do that for us? We'll keep looking for the elusive silver lining.
And a hasty response would be most appreciated. We got another "Biggie" headed our way the end of next week.
1 comment:
Well it's just a goldarned shame you Coloradans have to be hip deep in snow. Here in Yonkers the crocuses (croci?) are pushing their heads up through the brown dirt and the birdies are singing their spring mating songs. Many of us are strolling about in Shorts and sleeveless tops while slurping large slurpy-type drinks to protect us against dehydration. Picnics abound along the bonnie bonnie banks of the Hudson - (mmm, smell those barbecues!) and folks are casting their lines into the once polluted waters of that very gorgeous river. AND, not to rub it in too much, my friends with gardens are turning over the soil and talking about which seeds shall be sown this year. La la dee da.
However, I am sorry for your troubles. Nobody deserves what you folks are racking up. Be careful. Stay well.
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