I want more snow. Because of the direction my house is facing (North, I think, though it doesn't matter) the snow always melts in our yard really quickly, while the other side of the street has it in their yards for twice as long. But now it's all icy; the snow starts melting in the day a bit, just enough for it to freeze solid at night, which is not fun. Especially because the people at my school decided that deicing the paths to/from two of the doors that I go through regularly was for losers. That was entertaining. Because, were I actually going to the class right after I leave on one of the paths (I had a meeting with the counselor today, so it didn't matter), I would have been really late, because I was all *step. pause. check footing. step.*
We used to have a dog like that, but he broke into the neighbour's house and trashed all her stuff, so we had to give him away. So we gave him to this man with one arm as a guard dog-type thing, but then he got stolen by nasty robbers. Poor thing. I hope he bit their legs off.
LOL! I hope so too. Mine doesn't trash stuff, though he's a fat pig and as such likes to get in our trash. But he doesn't tend to pull lots of it out or knock it down or anything, just lick whatever's on top. He likes to run away, though. Because if he goes out the front door, somebody's got to chase him. He never goes far, just to the front yard, but then you try to get close and he darts away. I'm like "Dog, I do not want to play with you right now. I have to go to school." And he's all *gets close to you--darts away.*
Is that a cyclone shelter-thingy that I see in the top right hand corner of picture number one?
No. I wish. That would be so cool. But we have a basement proper inside the house, so we don't need one. Even though we are sort of in the middle of tornado alley and all. We haven't gotten any bad tornadoes close enough to do any damage in my lifetime (or at least since I've been old enough to remember, but I'm pretty sure not before that either). We get the tornado watch/warning thing relatively often when the weather is right (but come to think of it, not recently at all) and there have been some close calls where everybody was in the basement when I was a lot younger, but we've had pretty good luck with those. They tend to hit the more rural outskirts and miss us. Still. Cyclone cellar would be so cool. It's actually what the old owners used to try to have as a little pond, but it doesn't hold water well, so my mum turned it into a tomato garden. Except for not this year, as she just planted her tomatoes in the front yard.
Which I didn't, but whatever.
Oh, no way. The call of the slightly rickety cyclone shelter is impossible to resist. Especially once they've told you to stay away.
Happy Valentine's day honeybuns!
And back at you, my crazy sweetheart of love! I don't know what that is. Yet another phrase I've picked up from my father; adding 'of love' to the end of stuff. It's kinda strange when I notice myself saying stuff like that and then being all "Where did I get that? Oh. Dad.")
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I want more snow. Because of the direction my house is facing (North, I think, though it doesn't matter) the snow always melts in our yard really quickly, while the other side of the street has it in their yards for twice as long. But now it's all icy; the snow starts melting in the day a bit, just enough for it to freeze solid at night, which is not fun. Especially because the people at my school decided that deicing the paths to/from two of the doors that I go through regularly was for losers. That was entertaining. Because, were I actually going to the class right after I leave on one of the paths (I had a meeting with the counselor today, so it didn't matter), I would have been really late, because I was all *step. pause. check footing. step.*
We used to have a dog like that, but he broke into the neighbour's house and trashed all her stuff, so we had to give him away. So we gave him to this man with one arm as a guard dog-type thing, but then he got stolen by nasty robbers. Poor thing. I hope he bit their legs off.
LOL! I hope so too. Mine doesn't trash stuff, though he's a fat pig and as such likes to get in our trash. But he doesn't tend to pull lots of it out or knock it down or anything, just lick whatever's on top. He likes to run away, though. Because if he goes out the front door, somebody's got to chase him. He never goes far, just to the front yard, but then you try to get close and he darts away. I'm like "Dog, I do not want to play with you right now. I have to go to school." And he's all *gets close to you--darts away.*
Is that a cyclone shelter-thingy that I see in the top right hand corner of picture number one?
No. I wish. That would be so cool. But we have a basement proper inside the house, so we don't need one. Even though we are sort of in the middle of tornado alley and all. We haven't gotten any bad tornadoes close enough to do any damage in my lifetime (or at least since I've been old enough to remember, but I'm pretty sure not before that either). We get the tornado watch/warning thing relatively often when the weather is right (but come to think of it, not recently at all) and there have been some close calls where everybody was in the basement when I was a lot younger, but we've had pretty good luck with those. They tend to hit the more rural outskirts and miss us. Still. Cyclone cellar would be so cool. It's actually what the old owners used to try to have as a little pond, but it doesn't hold water well, so my mum turned it into a tomato garden. Except for not this year, as she just planted her tomatoes in the front yard.
Which I didn't, but whatever.
Oh, no way. The call of the slightly rickety cyclone shelter is impossible to resist. Especially once they've told you to stay away.
Happy Valentine's day honeybuns!
And back at you, my crazy sweetheart of love!
I don't know what that is. Yet another phrase I've picked up from my father; adding 'of love' to the end of stuff. It's kinda strange when I notice myself saying stuff like that and then being all "Where did I get that? Oh. Dad.")