Ha.
Ha ha.
Ha ha ha.
Mother Nature is absolutely having a joke with me.
It is snowing. Right now. Big, fat, wet flakes that are covering my tulips like white stocking caps. Isn’t that hysterical?
Snow is sticking to the grass. And the sidewalk. And the road. And the roofs.
And my soul.
(Just a little drama, so you didn’t forget who you were dealing with here.)
It IS May 19th, right?
I haven’t turned a few extra calendar pages by mistake, right?
Remember the groundhog? The one in Pennsylvania? The one who predicted an early spring? Remember him?
You’ll never see him again. I’ve taken care of that.*
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I’m off to enjoy the snowy day with a class full of clever and delightful fourth-graders. Which, if you can manage it, is the best way to work through Mother Nature’s particular brand of silliness.
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*Dear ASPCA: That was a joke. I don’t even KNOW anyone who would take a hit job like that. Phil is fine. Really. Thank you.
(6) Comments for this blog
Ditto. “We are NOT amused.”
Ditto. “We are NOT amused.”
Skunks. Snow. Your best writing is always when there’s something that pushes you over the edge. Looks like I can have a bit of fun with you all in the name of Literary Achievement.
Skunks. Snow. Your best writing is always when there’s something that pushes you over the edge. Looks like I can have a bit of fun with you all in the name of Literary Achievement.
Oh, I am rolling on the floor laughing atbthe hilarity (grrrrrrrr).
Oh, I am rolling on the floor laughing atbthe hilarity (grrrrrrrr).