Yeah, but the thing is you *have* to prepare for the winter, every fucking year. The thought makes me want to cry.
Oh, believe me, I don't want to live in blizzard country either. But if my house were hit by a tornado twice in two years, I'd be seriously considering moving somewhere with the kind of natural disasters I could hunker down and survive with my possessions intact.
Actually, that's one reason I like living here. We don't get so much in the way of natural disasters: we had a blizzard a couple years ago but winters are normally mild; we had a tiny freak earthquake last year; and every couple summers there's a tiny tornado that blows some shit around. Summers are hot and humid, which sucks, but is less disaster than inconvenience.
I think March is late enough that I can say that without jinxing it)
Well, crap. Now we're gonna get a late March blizzard, aren't we????
Plei, they make those dildos you were wondering about. Just holler if you want more information, and DON'T ASK why I know.
I probably don't want to know what kind of dildos, do I?
Now we're gonna get a late March blizzard, aren't we????
Junior year of high school, a friend and I were laying out in her backyard the last weekend of March, 70 degrees and sunny, and we got a blizzard that closed school the following week. On my birthday, no less, in April.
Winter is sometimes tricksy.
Winter is sometimes tricksy.
Yes it is. We had a bad blizzard one April when we lived in Denver. If we get one now, I'm totally blaming Debet.
I think, at that point, it's a freak Spring Blizzard, and does not count as winter.
t shouts to Universe
It wouldn't count. It's too late already.
I like winter. Not hat ive had much time to test that this year.
Middling success with the Top Chef caliber raw dog food. She is eating it from the bowl; gingerly and with many back and forths. But if I turn my back for a second she is standing behind be whimpering and the cat is firmly ensconced at the bowl.
I probably don't want to know what kind of dildos, do I?
I must admit I am curious, but I suspect I'll regret it.
Burrell, let's hold hands and wait out the urge. I think we'll both be happier.
But if I turn my back for a second she is standing behind be whimpering and the cat is firmly ensconced at the bowl.
Can you shut the cat in the bathroom or something while Darby is eating?
