where I eat my foot

This is where I eat my foot – put my toes in my mouth – swallow my shoes – whatever the saying is, I don’t recall at the moment: it was snowing here just a few minutes ago. Yes. That’s right. Blossoms on the trees. Beautiful weather for weeks. In fact we thought that we were in the middle of spring. But then rain turned to hail, and hail turned to sleet, and sleet turned to flakes of snow gently falling onto the cold ground and turning everything white. So, like I said, I’m putting my foot in my mouth and… well.. whatever.

On a sadder note: I have been trying to email my future sister-in-law to tell her that, yes, I guess I will help them move next weekend. However, for some reason my email is not going through. Maybe someone will pass on the message.



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