Whatever. I live
here. It's cold for us and and the snow is deep. We're talking once-a-generation extremes. My wife and I recall our junior and senior years in High School we had epic river flooding in the spring, then this kind of cold and snow in the winter. First we sandbagged, then we served dinners at the shelters. IIRC my ponytail was longer than hers.
You Dakota and Minnesota types can laugh all you want but I have to get clothes out of the cedar chest just to take the Recycling Bin down to the street. Heck, I have to shovel the Recycling Bin out of the spot by the door to take it down to the street. I say again, this wasn't written in the Pernament Residency Clause of the Occupancy Permit in 1977.
Freaky internet connection. We know it is cold here when you can walk across the MississippiFreakingRiiver. It is about 1000 yards wide here. Can't quite walk yet - but Tuesday morning - who Knows?
I smell bacon, so I'll be signing off now.
[EDIT: Daughter #2 made breakfast for dinner. 2 over easy, hashed-browns and
BACON!!]
Last edited by monochrome; 01-05-2014 at 05:23 PM.