just like a coupla taun-tauns.
...and i thought they smelled bad on the outside.
woodsly dogs do woodsly stuff,
at least when they aren't barkin', whinging, having to poop, and all that canine stuff.
snowball biting?
i guess that's a thing.
the drifts were taller than the fat one.
she looked like a snow-swimmin' seal.
for a minute or ten, i felt like a real pet owner.
all happy an' that.
weird.
we ended up with almost one and a half more other 'nother feet of fluffy powder.
that's pretty fresh.
...if you're a wampa.
i think we must get extra snow from somewhere.
maybe it's because we're on the backside of the cranmore mountain slopes,
and all the blowover from the windy west sends a few extra inches over the hump.
(that's what SHE said)
whatever the reason,
we've always got a deeper dose of blizzardly blanketing.
don't get me wrong, i'm not complaining.
i like it.
home feels nicer with a heavy application of new england snowstorminess everywhere.
this sort of day is awesome.
even with the added heapin' helpin' of shoveling.
we made a big comfort-food supper.
and we just watched spinal tap.
it's kind of a big deal.
moments were shared.
they went to eleven;
never quiet, never soft...
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