I have no clue when we will see the white stuff this year. When fall first hit, I thought for sure it was going to be a long, bitter cold winter with lots of snow because we had some crazy low temperatures for that time of year. Now, we were near 70 yesterday. It is supposed to be cold the rest of the week, but no snow in the forecast. I would really like one good snow this year, then it can pack it’s bags, along with the cold, and find somewhere farther north to hang for the rest of the season.
Being sick sucks. Sucks even more when you know the cough you have will last until spring. Blech!
One part of my supercalifuckyoulistic day yesterday was when MC told Hubby and I that a kid on the bus singed he hairs on his arm with a lighter, split open the seat with a pocket knife and proceeded to try to burn the foam inside. Yeah, it was that kind of day.
My front tree is just hitting the edge of full color. Right now it is mostly bright red with a few green sections that never get much sun. Within a week, that red will morph into a glorious pumpkin orange, which it is beginning to show hints of, right before the leaves drop for the season. I have lots of trees in my yard and everyone of them has its strong points and seasons. For my maple, it is fall.
To say I’m feeling prickly today would be… not even close to accurate. Continue reading “Prickly”
Ignore the 10 layers, the coat, gloves, scarf up to my nose. Ignore the hat and earmuffs and the fuzzy socks up to my knees. That speck of glitter on my forehead should make it clear that I’m dressed as a fairy princess. Or a unicorn. Or a raver. Or… whatever. You pick. I’m too damn cold!