The Many Moods Of Snow

Y'know, that old adage about how The Eskimoes Have Like TEN THOUSAND Words For Snow, Man, is as distorted as most of those old adages, but it is true that there are different kinds of snow.

Today we got the rare fuzzy snow.

I mean it. It actually looks like goose down coming out of the sky. My car looked like a tribble with tires till I brushed it off.

I just don't get how people can live in places without four seasons. The seasons are just so INTERESTING!

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I am starting to grow suspicious of my mittens. I'm not very observant, but I think they may be the common denominator for my pangolin flare-ups.

I'd better just stick to the mermaid gloves until I can get some wintry mittens. At least if my fingers fall off they'll stop ITCHING.

What's the world coming to, when your own mittens are trying to kill you? I ask you.