Winter is slowly killing us. If my child spends another day indoors, without fresh air or the ability to run off her boundless energy, I may be forced to ship myself south.
Things are not pretty here.
Ally is wound so tight at the moment that the only sound in our house is screaming.
Have I mentioned its not pretty?
We have not seen grass since Christmas and there's still a good 6" that needs to melt.
I weep looking at pictures others are posting of shorts and short sleeves. Its still t-shirts under long sleeved shirts, under sweatshirts, under snow coats for us here.
And its only February...
Thursday, February 12, 2009
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