Miss Begotten is one of my pet names for myself, for Southern Gothic reasons best kept to myself. Miss Begotten tries to speak plainly, but sometimes she tends to babble -- parenthetically, of course. It's never my intention to offend (and usually that's true - except on those [maybe not so] rare occasions when I mean it very friggin' much) but it sometimes happens, so if you're unusually easily offended...
Monday, February 08, 2010
The view out my patio door Saturday morning
I guess it was more like mini-Snowmageddon here since we didn't get socked nearly as bad as many other places. We only got about 9" of new snow. But it was bad enough, as my achy muscles will attest after having to get out there -- AGAIN -- yesterday to dig out my car. My dog-walking duty has been a pain, let me tell you, but it had to be done. Whatever goes into the dog must come back out of the dog. The poor little thing pooped on newspapers indoors all weekend since she seems to have gone on strike and refused to squat in snow taller than she is. I can't say that I blame her.
If I find myself trying to work in an unheated building again, today, I'M going on strike. Seriously.
Y'all have a Magnificent Monday!
These oddly beautiful icicles were hanging off my patio last week.