I mean, other than "boiling blood with a chance of locusts."
My least favorite forecast is for 37 degrees and rain. That's what it's supposed to be for the next few days. Tonight: wicked cold, in the teens. Tomorrow, 37 and raining.
But who knows?
The statue of John Hannah that's out in front of the building (and who I look at when I look out my window) looks like the Phantom of the Opera right now because of the way the wind has blown snow onto him. It's a little freeky.
/Christine, I loooooove you.
But who knows?
The statue of John Hannah that's out in front of the building (and who I look at when I look out my window) looks like the Phantom of the Opera right now because of the way the wind has blown snow onto him. It's a little freeky.
/Christine, I loooooove you.