Oh, today somebody took a ton of cold, wet cotton balls (or maybe soaked packing peanuts or something) and sprinkled them onto Boringsville with the possibility of more of this white stuff tomorrow. Now, other people are calling this mysterious substance "snow", but that can't be it. I've seen snow, I've seen it multiple times during the winter, I've already kissed snow sayonara. It promised it wouldn't come back until December. So, it must be cotton balls, white packing peanuts, maybe fat rain, but there's no way it can be snow. Period. *sigh* Still, it is very cold outside. I hate Illinois.
Ashley
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