OK, I'm pretty sure that most of y'all are just as sick of reading about our copious snow amounts as I am writing about them. But I had to get this one last priceless shot in before I bid adieu to the mess we've called, alternately, The Blizzard of 2010 & Blizzard Redux.
Just yesterday, one of the weather dudes tried calling our Snowpocalypse The St. Valentine's Day Massacre. Whatever. I think the rule for these yahoos is that they need to have nice hair, but they don't necessarily have to be clever.
Y'all know what to do now, correctamundo? The rules of Mrs. Scribe's Silly Sunday Sweepstakes are easy as pie. Just take a gander at this Superior Snap. Then, conjur a caption for said snap & tippy-type it, real quick-like, in the comments section of this post.
And that's all there is to it, Scribe Fans! Of course, you'll win nothing tangible for all your toil & trouble. Just the knowledge that you made a whole herd of us giggle. And what could be better than that?
No more snow tomorrow, I promise. Unless they close the schools again because of the white stuff, which is in the forecast, natch. But I'm not going there, y'all. And neither should you. Remember...We're not in Kansas anymore!