Saturday, March 28, 2015

Overheard in the Back Yard...

Getting ready to run some errands yesterday, I hadn't really been paying attention to the weather outside the windows at Roseholme Cottage. Bobbi preceded me out the back door as I gathered my stuff and checked light switches and whatnot. Following her out, I opened the door, stepped into the yard, and blurted...
Me: "Oh, you have got to be $#!++ing me!"
The air was full of snowflakes. Snow.

Seriously, Mother Nature, go home. You're drunk.