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Archive for February 23rd, 2009

Is There Such a Thing as Mad Sheep Disease?

Feb
23

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Because if there is, this one has it. (Sorry about the second photoblog post today. I’m testing something.)

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Do-Over

Feb
23

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Dear Winter,

Please accept my heartfelt apology for yesterday’s post.
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Turning all my calendars impatiently to March was an unfortunate lapse in judgment on my part.
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I didn’t really mean to trick you or mess with your head or push you into therapeutic medication.
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I was trying to be funny, but I understand that humor is subjective.

I want to apologize to the birds, too.
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And the goats.
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And especially the sheep because they look pretty angry and I’m scared of them.
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I will also apologize to the chickens whenever they can be coaxed out of their house again.

I am sincerely regretful of my behavior and duly chastened by the snow you have dumped upon us in response. I will only treat you with the utmost respect henceforth. Let’s just turn all the calendars back to February and forget this ever happened.

Love and kisses,
Suzanne

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There’s Snow in Them Thar Hills

Feb
23

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Winter is misbehaving again.

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