How could the ground be covered in a sparkling white blanket two short
weeks ago ...
... and today be an emerald green carpet?
Oh, right. I
forgot. I live in Wyoming where if we don't like the weather we just gnaw on some antelope jerky and wait a few minutes. In Wyoming I can drive to work in a blizzard,
struggle to push my car door open as 40 mph winds slam it back into me, fight my
way across the parking lot with mascara dripping down my cheeks from the pelting snow, and finally reach the office door where I sometimes even get completely inside before the wind slams it closed on my arm. A few short hours later, I can walk outside, upright, sun shining, carrying my
coat.
I’m tired of winter.
I’m glad winter is over and the bir...................... ohhhhhhhhhh, nooooooooo….…..did
I say that out loud? Knock on wood, knock on wood, knock on wood, knock on wood, knock on wood, knock on wood.
Angus, though? I
think Angus is going to miss winter.
