We are truly, truly sorry. If you require human sacrifice, we will gladly offer one up. Britney Spears, perhaps? Sean Hannity? Clay Aiken? You name it. Whatever it takes, we'll make it happen.
I just came in from removing 12" of snow from the driveway, only to turn around and find that about half that much had blown back in its place before I could even put the shovel away.
Ease up, lady. Can't we all just get along here?
Sincerely,
Papa Bear
Neighbors house, viewed from my bedroom window at 11am CST this morning. Normally, the house is light blue. And there's a street out front somewhere.
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I have no energy left for clever comments. I, too, am feeling bitch slapped by mother nature. My kids (home again! whoopee!) are eating TV dinners -- AND WE DON'T EVEN HAVE A MICROWAVE.
You think about that one.
The world's gone mad.
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