Ya gotta love a good ice storm...one where you take teeny tiny steps all the way down the curvy sheet of ice sidewalk, and then when you take the first step into the parking lot...WHAM!!! down you go...shoes flying, papers soakin, pants wet through to the undies, ars hurting, and all the while thinking...OH how I love a good ice storm!
Bruise report to follow...
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I only love a good ice storm when I'm inside looking at the pretty trees. When I'm outside I curse it.
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