Saturday, February 18, 2012

Mud Makes Me Say Bad Words

And since this so-called "winter" has really just been an extended mud season, there have been a lot of suppressed cuss words this year.

It has to dry out eventually, right?  Right.  Like in July.

*  This post brought to you solely to appease those of you who would worry if I didn't post the day after talking about Cubby's illness.  He's fine.  Snotty and drippy and not sleeping entirely soundly, but fine.

2 comments:

  1. take care of yourself... we want you fine too

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  2. Winter in Seattle = perpetual gray sogginess as well.

    If we had less concrete and more actual soil we would be as pissed as you are.

    *Sorry the little man is sick. That's no good.*

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