Yeehaw, Albany is being hit with an ice storm--not a rain storm, a thunder storm, or even the rare and ethereal snow storm--but sheets of cold wetness morphing into ice when hitting something solid like pavement or my nose.
All I can say is I'm glad I have the day off because, damn, I ain't goin' out there unless demons from heck decide to take a retreat to my abode.
Betty
Monday, January 15, 2007
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