Wed 25 Jan 2006
Back in December I predicted that there would be giant potholes in the road by this time, with partly visible orange warning cones stuck in them. Due to snow and salt and municipal negligence.
Well, shut my mouth and call me a fluffy monkey
because I was way off. I haven’t seen snow round these parts since I wrote that, until this morning.
Snow was falling as I trudged past the Pepsi warehouse to the Light Rail station. But it was coming down so apologetically, you almost couldn’t call it snow. More like winter dandruff. I’d have tapped the sky on the shoulder to recommend a good zinc shampoo if I had known where the sky’s shoulder was.
January 25th, 2006 at 10:10 am
you’re a fluffy monkey (hee hee!)
this has been a weird winter the country over…
January 25th, 2006 at 1:15 pm
I had been predicting a mild winter all along, but it isn’t quite over yet. Well, it wasn’t so much of a predication, but more of a rant of how we had been getting way too much snow the past few years and that the weather better cooperate this season. . .
January 25th, 2006 at 10:08 pm
I thought it was fluffy bunny??
January 26th, 2006 at 9:41 am
heatherfeather, you take entirely too much pleasure in calling me that. It’s almost like you’ve been secretly wanting to call me that for months and now you have your chance.
Julie, I guess you have a more powerful will than I do.
Amy, a fluffy bunny is cute and loveable, whereas a false prophet should just be weird. Like a fluffy monkey.
January 26th, 2006 at 8:46 pm
it’s all in the timing.