I’ve been complaining for weeks that Old Man Winter is nothing but a tease. With a flurry here or a light dusting there, I was beginning to think a pretty white winter wasn’t going to happen. And then … BAM! Old Man said take that and pounded us with a foot of snow. Before moving to Kentucky, I saw snow twice in my life. Twice, and even after being here for sixteen years, I still get excited about it. And since I don’t drive on the stuff- I do good maneuvering a vehicle on good roads, much less slick ones- and because the hubby pretty much works around the clock during bad weather, I’m home bound. Which means I should be putting these free days to good use and working on my manuscript, but it seems I’ve done a lot of everything but. Things like the Sisterhood Of The World…
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