So these aren't the best pictures of him getting eaten by the snow but they are the only ones I snapped. (The rest of the time I was either goading him on or getting pulled into the snow by my over exuberant puppy). But Oh the snow, oh the bloody dastardly snow that just keeps falling.
So as with every thing else that displeases me I am playing the ignore it game! Enter anime and my Wrimo. Wrimo, hmmmm, I can't call it that anymore. You see I gave it a name. Had to, after a month it needed something but an abbreviation and a date. It's cheezy, not very descriptive and I can't really match it to the plot but I'm far too lazy to change it now. ---------->-------------------------->------------------------------------>--------------------->
------------------------------------> Kept from the Light
In other news knitting is mean. I don't mean like the kid who used to steal your snack or a very rude foreign driver who is convinced that snow is really disguised atomic bombs just waiting to blow their....ahem.....not that kind of mean.
It is the "eat the very last scoop of ice cream in front of you letting you see it before it disapears forever" kind of mean. How can something that 80 year old arthritic people do mock me so?????
/pout
/subtly kick knitting stuff out the back window laughing with glee
/gets stuff back from rabid deer in a smoking jacket and tries again
I wish you all a very happy very safe wintery Saturday evening.
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