What we got here is a situation

I have no idea what has come over me; I am not talking like myself. In fact, that “here” in the title? Well, I heard my mind pronounce it “cheer”. Yes, you can bet your bottom dollar on that one, Bob, or Boob, or whoever you are.

This wet March snow is already slush on the roads because the temperature has been right around 31 for most of the day. BUT, that old thermometer is agoin’ to start fallin right down to -5. Woo-Hoo. Oh, I believe the Woo-Hoo is a flashback to the normal AmeliaJake. Ignoring that, however, I’m going to keep on typing and tell you that after it hits -5, it is going to start back up again and will reach 27 sometime tomorrow. Ain’t that a hoot? No, of course it isn’t and Rose just slapped me across the face. I believe I needed it; she says it doesn’t matter what I believed, it’s what she knew. That’s my Rosie.

SLAP

Ah, yes, this weather apparently brought out some deep part of me and as Rose says, “Beware the Ids of March.”

SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP

Okay, just wrap me up in a comforter and we’ll pretend it’s a straitjacket.