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Poor Nora, you're sick. I think Tom should make those cupcakes for you.
If he comes into Natter and busts me for posting, I hope that those words also register in his brain.
Just that somehow, no matter where people live, they're going to complain about the weather. This, to me, is worth poking fun at.
Hee! I'm laughing already. This may be due to the cold meds, mind you.
I've made fun of all regions for their weather-related complaints. This isn't to say I don't see the tragedy or that I'm not sad or horrified by weather related deaths.
I feel that once the weather is severe enough that people's lives are in danger, mentioning how bad it is does not count as complaining.
Yep, Jessica. I agree. (also about the bottled water)
If he comes into Natter and busts me for posting
Consider yourself busted, sweety. Please leave the coldest room in the house and go lie down. With a blanket!
Oh, yes Kat. Sorry. I copied it right away.
Consider yourself busted, sweety. Please leave the coldest room in the house and go lie down. With a blanket!
yes, but did you see the part about the chocolate cupcakes?
Damn.
I should either go to Quizno's or make a grilled cheese sandwich.
no matter where people live, they're going to complain about the weather. This, to me, is worth poking fun at.
See, I always thought that it meant no matter where you live, the weather's going to be worth complaining about.
The people I poke fun at fall into two categories a) people surprised by weather that's perfectly reasonable for their chosen locale, or b) people who blow the current impending weather out of proportion.
I don't see why, as a blanket statement, the weather wouldn't be worth bitching about.
Tom, those cupcakes are the cure for all ills.
Please make Nora cupcakes, so that she can be happy and feel better.
I reserve the right to make fun of folks in the northeast who bitch about snow or run to the grocery to stock up on toilet paper, bread and milk at the announcment of a storm.
When I lived in Atlanta I heard someone speculating on the radio once about what might be causing an apparent city-wide compulsion to make french toast in the bathroom.