Wednesday, February 13, 2008

Dear (insert deity of choice):


I’m so not talking to you.

16 comments:

¢rÄbG®äŠŠ said...

So much for Global Warming, eh?

And I only say that to get another look at those boots.

LuLu said...

Bad crabby ...

Red Tory said...

D'oh! Good thing I can't find my digital camera...

burpster said...

Spring is in the air in Kamloops and my morning coffee is great as well.

LuLu said...

Screw. You. And there's about 8-10 inches of fresh powder in my laneway.

JJ said...

Spring has sprung here, it's a little cold but I even heard a lawn mower going yesterday...

Of course, now that the west coasters have gloated, you know what'll happen...

Red Tory said...

Sssshhhh... Don't tempt the rain gods.

LuLu said...

Rain? Big fat fucking deal ... sissies.

burpster said...

I spent 30+ years working in Alberta's oilfields...me knows cold. :)

Looking forward to getting my hawg on the road in Gods Country.

Red Tory said...

Rain? Big fat fucking deal ... sissies.

Actually, it's not really a big deal here on the island, but across the way in Seattle it's been causing all sorts of problems with flooding and mudslides.

¢rÄbG®äŠŠ said...

Mudslides?

Luxury!!

Red Tory said...

We used to dream about 'aving mudslides!

LuLu said...

Are those the mudslides with Kahlua in them? I loves me some Kahlua ....

¢rÄbG®äŠŠ said...

It's a bit like this, Lulu.

LuLu said...

... and lick the road clean with our tongues ...

Teh funny, crabby - I've never seen that one before.

LuLu said...

This is one of may favourites ...