The snow nearly squeals when you walk on it. Cars groan when you insert your key into the ignition. You can watch the woodpile melt in front of your eyes.
It is that cold.
I usually like winter. Usually like January.
Not this year.
Monday, January 24, 2011
Yes, It Is Indeed THAT Cold
The snow nearly squeals when you walk on it. Cars groan when you insert your key into the ignition. You can watch the woodpile melt in front of your eyes.
It is that cold.
I usually like winter. Usually like January.
Not this year.
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