I am 18 hours into the Great Blizzard, and my reaction to it is...predictable. I am, shall we say, less than enchanted with the wonders of nature this morning.
Hey, looking for the gold, I just thought...I showed major ingenuity in finding a john for Ruckus. The snow is way above his entire body including his upright ears and tail curled above his back. So I used my cane to clear off the top of a huge planter outside our doors...put him up there and let him walk in circles around the plants till he got the message and did his business. I cleaned up, and we high-fived.
Don't tell me God doesn't find us parking places!
Thank you.
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