I woke up to the quack of the smartphone and this text from Geekess…
Up and at ’em, mamacita. ::smiley face:: The snow is waiting for you.
To which I quacked back…
I don’t want to look. ::bummer face::
If it had been Christmas morning, I might’ve jumped up at the
butt crack of morning to
S e e T h e S n o w !
But on 12 January, not so much.
In fact, not at all.
Burrow. Burrow. Burrow.
Okay! Okay! It’s purty!!