When I woke up this morning, the temperature was -11. The wind chill was -30.
At noon today it began snowing on top of the black ice.
The drive home took almost two hours.
When I walked in the door, I found the hole our dog had chewed in the kitchen floor.
It's near the cabinet with the frame someone recently cracked.
Whatever it is I did, I'm sorry.
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
Please Stop Smiting Me
Posted by Snag at 11:37 PM
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I believe you were in for a penny, in for a pound... now you're paying for it. :)
Damn, Jennifer beat me to it. I was going to say read the post below...
Ha!
I'm apparently paying for all sorts of things.
I thought smiting normally involved lightning, or spontaneously combusting underpants.
At least it would warm you up.
Please Stop Smiting Me
I believe these requests worked wonderfully for Job, so keep pleading and good things will happen. Crossing fingers!
It seems we got the 2 feet of snow that should have been part of your smiting. We'll just have it sent up to your place then, shall we?
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