Well, I am a sucker for vocabulary, after all. When I was younger and stuck in the middle of a cornfield in Iowa, I rifled through the dictionary for fun.
It was either that, or watch the corn grow…
From time to time, I go through this considerable assemblage of large words bouncing around in my cerebral cortex, and add or subtract vocabulary constructs from my personal dictionary of curse words.
I’ve decided to add a new word to the list of four-letter words too vile or repulsive to ever be typed, spoken, or otherwise acknowledged.
This is serious bidness, folks. I didn’t think I’d ever put a season in there.
That time of year when we finally shake off the snow and cold, and celebrate the beginning of the growing season will no longer be a mention-able word. Because every time I type out the word that is the same as a tightly coiled micro-slinky of wire, Mother Nature gets wind of me being all hopeful and dumps more freaking SNOW on me.
This latest storm started Saturday afternoon, shifting from rain in the morning to rain/ice mix in the afternoon to full blown flakage in the evening. All of Sunday was more white drifting stuff on and off, and it was STILL snowing this morning!
You gotta draw the proverbial line in the sand (well, OK…SNOW) somewhere…