No, that is not a typo.
That is my new substitute for damn.
“Deeeeaamn girl, I wanna take you out for some barbeque.”
“Deeeeaamn boy, that’s a lot of snow out there.”
Which is what I said to Tyler last week when we woke up and saw this:
This snowfall isn’t too crazy with it being the end of November/beginning of December and all. I did find it funny though, for two reasons:
1. It rained the day before (like poured- all day), and although I had a few groceries I needed to get I said to myself “No one likes going out and carrying groceries through the rain, I’ll just wait and get everything tomorrow.” ( I thought I was so smart)
2. The forecast called for “Some snow, with no significant accumulation.”
No significant accumulation?
Okay, so it’s not a foot of snow, but we got a good 2.5 inches. I know that for a fact because I went out and measured, whilst snapping these fine shots…
So, we got our first real snowfall, which was pretty exciting, apart from the whole ‘now I have to scrape this crud off my car so I can get those deamn groceries’ thing. But can I really complain, when I have a nice fire crackling inside and I’m able to admire beautiful scenery as you’ve seen above?
Yes, yes I can.