--In the old days the size of a snow storm was judged by the length of time we spent trying to clear the dang fool driveway.
--Now of course we've dialed it back a bit, keeping the porch clear so that wing nut Waffles can go out and do His business is as far as this old pink hat wear fool is going.
--I guess old age has finally flipped the right switch in the old brain pan, either that or I'm just to dang tired of running the risk of falling on my butt, in the snow. It's not like it used to be when I was younger hop back up and keep going. Now I spend about a week or two just trying to get my dang fool legs to working right again.
--Of course having to wait for a good thaw gets a wee bit tiring but it does provide plenty of time to throw a batch of cookies in the oven. So I guess it could be worse.....
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