It snowed yesterday!! I packed this snowball and walked around all day, tossing it back back and forth in my hands, striking fear into the hearts of passersby. Was I going to throw it at one of them with deadly aim and pitiless speed? Whom would I choose as the hapless victim of my wrath? Who knew?
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First snow it exciting, like a fresh perspective. A reminder of the magic of the seasons. Nice boots.
I’m jealous of your snow. We’re sitting in t-shirts & shorts, sipping tall iced drinks… wait, what am I crazy? Naw, just kidding. I do miss the snow.
We actually had frost on our cars this morning – something that rarely happens here in Santa Barbara. It’s nice to be able to drive to snow if we want it!
This is how people hurt someone’s ankle and have to bring that person breakfast in bed for days, well after the time when they (the thrower) are sure that they (throwee) are fine.
touche, Oh,Dios!
Arm yourself Cossack!!!While your version was amusing, I find myself more partial to Odious’ version of the Cossack incident.
O Power of Dios that slumbers within me, harken unto thy master and reveal to us… the power to revolutionize the world!
I think you should put in the freezer, and bring it out in the summer, the way we did as kids.That’ll surprise them.