"Americans used to say where there's a will, there's a way. Nowadays, it's where there's a pill, there's a way out." - - Burnt Toast

Frozed. . .

So much for meteorological predictions.

The thundering snow storm we were supposed to have kinda pooped out, or more realistically, didn't get cranked up full force until it was well to the east of us.  We got quite a bit of sleet and managed to have an extra day off from work because of that, but I was really looking forward to the 2 to 4 inches of snow which never came.

Ah well, we are simply at the mercy of Mother Nature and her fickle behavior.  Last week it was tornadoes which ripped half the roof off my favorite watering hole and totally demolished the fireworks stand we were inside of about 20 minutes beforehand.  This week, ice and plunging temperatures.  What's next?  Locusts?

Drats!  Man wanted snow.

But then I read something like this story and I realize that living in the Southeast isn't such a bad thing.  An occasional snow is okay, but 40 below being stalked by wolves while hobbling around on a bum knee is a whole 'nother level of drat.

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