Who really cares. It contained entirely too much snow. Sweetums was not happy. I was ready to shoot him and put him out of my misery. I haven’t seen my children since Christmas. Every time I make plans, there’s snow. I do not like snow. It is very difficult for me to get around. My son lives in a row house on a narrow side street. There isn’t any room for piling snow. I really need to see him. He has a mortgage now and panics just like his Father. He wants my help with his taxes. I just hope he finds a calm wife before I turn senile. He’s going to need someone. For now, barring any snow, I’m going on Wednesday. The only time that I can remember snow in April was my fifth birthday party. And I am older than dirt, don’t you know.
Nesting goose
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Up a Creek in Lower Slower Delaware 