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Living in South Dakota for twelve years I have experienced all but two of those scenarios… the cow with horns and the sleeping dog. It is real fun digging to find your truck and then digging it out.
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Or digging for an hour, only to discover that you just dug out your neighbor’s truck.
Praise God I don’t live there!
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As one of those weird people who loves winter, I’m glad that I do live here. (The third picture from the bottom, taken by my husband a few days ago, is the deck on the south side of our house.) Of all the things I’m most thankful for, living where we get all four seasons is right up there at the top. 🙂
Occasionally we get snow in Ga. but no thank you, you keep it alllll there. Happy New Year.
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Happy new year to you, Sue. ♥️
All I can say is, Oh my goodness!
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That doggie is resting in the snow. No snow here in our area . I am following your site now. Hope you can follow me.Anita
Great examples of what snow and ice can do! I wonder if that guy made the snowman. That would be hard to do!
Where would anyone even get that much snow? I’m mystified.
I’ve lived all my life in an area that does not get snow, maybe that’s why everybody wants to move here. . and they do.
That dog better be sleeping.
It is. Some dogs love snow. (So do some humans.)
Brrrrrrr! I got to hang out with some dogs like that at Christmastime and sure enough the moment they came inside, they shook all over me. 🙂
Lol! Wish you the best for 23!
wow!! Makes me glad that I live in Texas. 🙂
Is that what the Texas longhorn (second photo from top) is thinking? 🙂
Haha!! I didn’t think about that! BUT, maybe he wasn’t IN Texas? 😉
Might have wandered off from the herd. 🙂
Oh, poor doggie!! I love the changing seasons of New York but winter is a total drag. Not a snow bunny! Wishing you and yours a bright and happy new year, Blue! 💫 🕊️
Happy new year to you too. ♥️
(I love snow, which obviously puts me in a very small minority. I chose the headline with tongue in cheek. 🙂)
Good! In that case I hope you get lots of it (unless you live anywhere near me)! ❌ ☃️ ❌
I’m in Wisconsin, so no worries. 🙂
Happy New Year to you and Your Loved ones 🎉
Likewise, Simon. 🙂
I’m so glad we don’t have snow like that here in the UK! However, an inch brings the country to its knees, so I dread to think what would happen if we did.
That icicle hand is creepy.
Ah snow! Here in Alberta there’s lots of it. Well, it will be snow for a bit until it becomes ice for the rest of the time.
I love how in the last one the man is just like, “Welp, I’m fine and I guess I don’t have to do that side anymore!”
Wasn’t it impressive how he landed on his feet?
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People who hate cats will come back as mice in their next life.
I don’t always go the extra mile, but when I do, it’s because I missed my exit.
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Home sweet home
Bob's sister Hannah
Bob's sister Ada
Bob's brother Otto
Bob's sister Eve
Bob's sister Nan
A baby picture of Bob and his siblings (clockwise from upper left: Otto, Eve, Hannah, Ada, Bob, and Nan)
Bob's childhood home
Bob's mom and dad
Bob in his youth
Bob's cousin Alphonse
Bob's Uncle Ralph and Aunt Edna
Bob's cousin Archibald
Bob's stepbrother Herbie (who really needs to quit smoking)
Bob's cousin Chester
Bob's Great Uncle Norbert and Great Aunt Phyllis
Bob's cousin Saffron (who will do anything for a drink)
Bob's cousin Thorndike
Bob's brother-in-law Vinnie
Bob's cousin Orville, who loves the Green Bay Packers
Bob's nieces Lulu and Bitsy, the biker chicks
Bob's stepsister Eloise, with the twins, Rudy and Trudy
Bob's Uncle Henry and Aunt Rowena
Bob's niece Esmerelda (who likes to live dangerously)
Bob's Great Uncle Arthur up in Saskatchewan
Bob's cousin Louie, the grackle of grumpiness
Miss Screech, Bob's journalism teacher
Bob's nephew Winthrop, who loves sports
Bob's Uncle Seymour and Aunt Bernice
Bob's second cousin Schlomo in Brooklyn
Bob's nephew Baxter
Bob's cousin Darrell
Nigel, Bob's pen pal in New Zealand
Bob's sister-in-law Delphine, who volunteers at the animal shelter
Percy the Pickpocket, Bob's third cousin once removed (the relative no one likes to talk about... every family has one)
The Bluebird of Happiness™ (no relation to Bob)
A pair of boobies (also no relation to Bob, but included for readers who desire titillation)
A pair of tits (in case the boobies were insufficiently titillating)
Bluebird Bitter™, the beer they named for Bob
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