for a funeral. I have not seen snow for many years. I hated it
as a kid, now as an adult I hate it even more!!!!!! The snow
was, at some points, over my head. As the cars skidded by
us, my knuckles got whiter and whiter. As much as I wanted
to be there for my friends, I could not wait to get home to a
chilly 68 degrees. Now I know why I moved.
Have a happy day
Grannie B
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