Two weeks later and I’m still wrestling with the fact that the G-Man told someone we were going to Oscarbrate on the evening of the Oscars. Never mind that it sounds a little sketchy. I can’t get over Mr. G verbizing a noun, and a proper noun at that.
Each day I wonder — If I go outside and see my shadow, will it add six more weeks to winter? It already feels like the winter that will never end. The Neverending Winter… without a Luck Dragon.
I’m so over soup, stew, chili, pork roast, roast chicken, roast anything, and ROOT vegetables.
Yeah. They are root vegetables non grata.
The fruit and vegetable section of the market is looking mighty thin. I paid a dollar for a single lemon. One. Une. Uno. Einer. And didn’t bat an eye.
I drink lemon or lime water every day, because I’m fixated on scurvy.
Yeah. One of those winters.
I look at PEI and wonder how I ever waxed enthusiastically about moving there. Like that’s going to happen now. Toronto, honey, you are looking mighty fine, even if you had the coldest recorded winter temps in your history. I won’t be throwing you over or under the bus for PEI. New Brunswick, you’ve been put on the naughty list, too, even though you have a wild beauty that I love. #sorrynotsorry
I’m contemplating shooting icicles off the rain gutters like skeet.
Just below this fence section is my garden box, aka the crypt. Doesn’t that look just like a head about to pop through the snow? Below that is the eye of an alligator, aka some straw bale peeking through.
Every day, I run to the mailbox hoping to find the travel guides on London, Paris, and Ireland that are due to arrive any minute. I’ve already read through Amsterdam, Switzerland, Great Britain, and Italy. Somebody wants to get out of town.
This is a shot that got the Glaze App treatment. How fun is that?
Hump Day… You’re standing between me and my travel guides. Outta my way.
Elen
Love your humor. Sorry it’s driven by the snow from hell (god, that would be a melt of epic proportions).
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Thank you, Sammy. Yes, that would be epic. LOL Cheers!
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Who the hell knows what’s hiding under the snow? I’m hoping for some gold bars. I feel your pain, I too have had ENOUGH! I wrote a badass post yesterday and I’m still deciding if I’m just delirious or have some how found my more authentic self during this crappy weather.
Oscarbate ha,ha. That’s hysterical and I love it.
P.S. I love the picture with the glaze app
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I’m kind of afraid of what might be hiding under the snow. lol I hear you! I’ll be looking for your post. I’m catching up on my WP Reader. Finally! It’s a great little app.
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Hey, it’s not so bad; you’ve had more cold than PEI, and I’d much rather have the snow. Thanks for the kink to the Glaze app.
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You’re welcome. In a wide open space, I might be firmly on the side of the snow, too. It has a beauty. 🙂
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Humour might make you get through the winter. But who knows what Mr. (or is it Mrs.?) winter has in store. So better be careful…
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I’m sure it’s Mr. & Mrs. Winter tag-teaming. 😀 A formidable couple.
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