It's that time of the year where I go outside wearing a sweater even if it is really too cold for that. Because I keep hoping if I act like it is Spring, I'll find out that it really is Spring. Then days like this happen. Inches of snow on the ground, my car covered, and the wet nasty stuff coming down in chunks. You and I are not friends Snow.
Monday, March 31, 2008
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