Middle-aged homesteader meets reality.
Oh, the joys of spring. Bah!
Now we know why, in some circles, it's called Farch.
Wanna trade for our six inches of slushy, cement-like snow? Pepperoni could walk right on top to a suitable outdoors spot. If you put booties on him first, of course.
Can I think about it? Hmmmm. Nope. :)
"SHE" is ALWAYS trying to pass off that damn snow to someone.Tee hee
Soooooo funny! HaHaHa!!!!
I love the blog title, ha ha! That would be some racket coming down.
Susan,Run for cover, that darn white stuff is hard!!!!