Since we're back to starting threads way ahead of time again. I think I'll just go ahead and start Wednesday's.
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“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou
“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou
C, J and Monster are outside playing in the snow. A doesn't want to.
It is still snowing by the way.
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“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou
“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou
Grrr. I hate going to bed not knowing what the weather is going to bring. We are right along the bottom edge of the bad weather system in Georgia - 30 minutes north of us they are getting snow. It's raining and it might freeze overnight, but it's hovering around 32-33, so maybe not.
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LawyerLady
I can explain it to you, but I can't understand it for you.
We have been at 32 all week. It's enough to melt and then freeze. I know what you mean. You never know what the weather is going to be like.
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“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou
When it started snowing it was still 36 degrees. It dropped to 32 in about an hour. It's 30 now.
We got the call Tuesday morning at 4:45 am.
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We got the call at 4:45 am that school would be closed.
Yesterday we got the call about 4 in the afternoon that school today would be closed.
We got a call this afternoon that school is closed tomorrow.
I hope you do not get freezing rain LL. That's the worst.
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We just wrote up our offer on the new house. Here's hoping it's accepted!
YEAH!!
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“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou