I got up this morning and opened the blinds, as per my usual AM routine. I like to let in whatever light exists solely for the benefit of the cats, as they are usually the only ones around to enjoy it. So, I opened the blinds and noted to myself that while it didn't look very clear out, at least it wasn't snowing.
Then, I left about a half an hour later to meet my godparents for breakfast at the diner just down the street and this is what I found awaiting me:
Yes, that would be snow. Coming down. In buckets. Blah. But, being the game little rooster that I am, I simply flipped my coat hood up, tied the stringy-things together in a bow under my chin and forged ahead.
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When I got home and looked out on the balcony, my brother's snow-covered flipflops seemed to say it all... WTF?
I know the feeling dude, got to work this morning and it wasn't snowing, went to the back to count money... came back out front twenty minutes later and BOOM!!!! snow... again
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