casey&casper
Sprinting down the street
Ummmm, well, actually. . ..that's what we used to say when I was a kid.Ahhhhhh a son. That explains how you came to this saying about the doorknob . . . .
Just went outside with my Arctic dog. She was afraid of the white stuff on the porch. Once she got to the ground her genes kicked in and she decided to play Iditarod racer around the 3/4 acre yard for half an hour.
We have between 1/4 and 1/2" so far. It's coming down good, those fat fluffy flakes. I'm going to watch it fall until I collapse or it stops, whichever comes first.
What is with that anyway?? It's a region-wide french toast fetish of some kind. If you're expecting the electricity to go out why buy things that need refrigeration? I've never understood that. Guess that's what I get for being a dam* Yankee.So bread, milk, eggs . . . . truly aren't the essentials of life during snowfalls?????