Then I guess the soul is in the guts.
Not if you've been puking.
'War Stories'
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Then I guess the soul is in the guts.
Not if you've been puking.
It is -29°F (-34˚C) here.
I am so not going out there to put a new battery in Andi's car.
-34˚ C?!
I didn't think such temperature existed.
Beth, that exact plan was already in the works (irt timeline). One of the reasons this trip is so hard is that it's become increasingly clear what the result is actually going to be.
-34˚ C?!
I didn't think such temperature existed.
Well, technically -33.88888888888889 according to online conversion.
Only -5°F (-20˚C) here in Otter Lake. I'm thinking of not going outside today. The kids want me to wander a trail on snow shoes. I know the physical activity will warm me up, so maybe. Web cam shot from town, the ski mountain one isn't working at the moment. (frozen?) [link]
{{javachik}}
It's January, the windows in my house are open, there was a little bit of sun during the say and I think now it's around 14˚C.
You, as far as I know, are all living in another dimension.
Shir, I have done the same today. Dag, guess I had a bit of a Danny Glover moment, bragging on how improved my digestion is...Not that Mr. Glover has anything to do with puking, but in Lethal Weapon, he had, like, what, two weeks to get through...well, it was sort of like that, I suppose. I am way too old for that shit.
Quick Facebook question: I don't know everyone's real names, and don't always recognize pictures, so I'm not sure who [deleted] is, and she requested to be friends with me. We have 30+ friends in common, all Buffistas, so I'm assuming I know her, but... I don't know who she is!
You, as far as I know, are all living in another dimension.
Not me! I'm loving this warm weather! I told The Girl I could live here during the winters. She grunted something about how the in-laws would react to that idea. Heh.
Shir and erika, wishing you non-puky days tomorrow. And Shir, I hope you did not lose your soul down the toilet. (Tomorrow I shall check that you're neither smoking nor wearing leather pants.)
Barb, very sorry to hear about the fire trucks etc! I hope it didn't freak you out too much.