Just twelve hours after Mase, Dave, and I were running around the yard (ON ACTUAL GRASS!) like a bunch of cooped up animals finally let out of their dreary winter cages, this happened:
I am SO sick of shoveling snow off my car. C'mon, Spring.
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
Weather Woes
Last week, PA temperatures soared to a scorching 67 degrees. I resisted the urge to break out the shorts, but Mase and I cruised around with the windows down and enjoyed the weather.
Just twelve hours after Mase, Dave, and I were running around the yard (ON ACTUAL GRASS!) like a bunch of cooped up animals finally let out of their dreary winter cages, this happened:
I am SO sick of shoveling snow off my car. C'mon, Spring.
Just twelve hours after Mase, Dave, and I were running around the yard (ON ACTUAL GRASS!) like a bunch of cooped up animals finally let out of their dreary winter cages, this happened:
I am SO sick of shoveling snow off my car. C'mon, Spring.
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