With the snow melting off the ground faster than a glow worm eats ice cream, we now know why we dedicated the last 7 Marchs to Texas. Its beyond painful for us to watch our snow disapear before our eyes.
And while we sit here woefully contemplating our castle of snow, now sunk into a puddle of slush and ruin, we can't help but feel sorry for ourselves, our sleds, and our castle.
2 comments:
Rejoice! Some of us did not get to go south (even a little)and seeing some green grass seems really good.
You are quite right, we must always love the season we're in. As for seeing green grass, we have a nice picture on the wall...
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