Tag: winter
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awesome plow
Friday morning, I opened the garage door to see if the snow that had fallen the night before was enough to need shoveling. It was. I grabbed a shovel and started to work. I’d cleared about ten feet of the part of the driveway closest to the garage when I noticed that the plow had Read.
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end times
We were on our way home, the car crawling at twenty miles per hour over slush-covered roads that were slowly freezing solid. “It’s the end of the world, isn’t it?” My Darling B asked me. “No,” I chuckled. “The world is not ending. The world will be around for a long time.” “No? Yesterday it Read.
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fingertipped
My fingertips are bleeding! My hands are chapped front, back, and now on the fingertips! What new ring of winter hell is this? I can’t type without fingertips! It’s like a kneecapping! I tried wrapping Band-Aids around my fingertips so I don’t bleed all over the keyboard, but I had to backspace and retype every Read.
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kill death murder horror
Let me tell you about the woman I almost killed while I was trying to get to work this morning. Driving to work in the snowstorm we have been experiencing on this fine pre-apocalyptic day was a challenge. The O-Mobile is a fine car, but in anything more than two inches of snow it steers Read.
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first snow
First snow of the season fell from the sky this morning as I was backing the car out of the garage, headed down the street to Crema to see if they could sell me a bag of coffee beans after I let our supply run out. I’m a bad coffee janitor. The snow came down Read.
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OMFG more drivel about cats?
Bonkers sucked all the heat out of his cat bed heater. I’m not sure how he did that. From what little I know about electricity and stuff, the juice is supposed to keep coming out of the wall socket for as long as I have the thing plugged in, but Bonkers seems to have violated Read.
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shoveling
I am shoveling snow off the driveway. Yes, right now. No, I’m not holding an actual shovel in my hands right now. Okay, I’m not in the driveway right now, either. I’m in my basement lair, drinking coffee, but my belief is unshakable that, if I’m only taking a fifteen-minute break from shoveling snow, I Read.
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low
The temperature this morning is zero. We have no temperature. This is Wisconsin. At least once each winter, we’re not allowed. I hear that, farther north, they take away temperature as soon as the snow flies and don’t give it back until July or so. Here in the land of cheddar we’re a bit luckier Read.
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snow
There’s snow on the ground. Time for every Cheesehead in Wisconsin to act as if they’ve never seen snow before. The ones with great big honkin trucks will drive faster than they normally would, because they’ve got four wheel drive and no amount of snow is going to intimidate them. The ones in cars will Read.
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snowfall
Ah, yes. Shoveling snow off the driveway. The wintery exercise that blows the flabby coronary muscles of dozens of aging, out-of-shape Wisconsin men every year. Will this year be my turn? After I “retired” from the Air Force, I moved back to Wisconsin because I remembered liking four seasons, and after living in so many Read.
This Is Drivel 