Winter finally came: seventeen fluffy, white inches of it.
And for once, the meteorologist, my husband, wasn’t a complete moron. But like Daddy always said, “Even a blind squirrel finds a nut now and again.”
Don’t get me wrong, I love my husband, but the last time he predicted snow I drove straight to the salon and had snowmen painted on my fingernails.
That was the most snow I saw that winter.
My husband shouldn’t brag. This storm just happened to be the size of four states. A blind squirrel would’ve had to drive a thousand miles to miss this nut.
Got a couple of chuckles out of this one!
That’s funny Valerie.