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Originally Posted by tpop1
I’m sitting here in Connecticut, Waiting for the snow,
Trying to stay warm like you, but by the fire's glow.
It’s cold, it’s cold , so cold out there, I will not go out the door,
I’ll sit here wrapped up in my blanket, Here for two weeks more. 
Grandkids are at a party, Tonight and tomorrow too,
The storm is heading up the coast, They say a foot or two.
If it snows a foot or two, I’ll shovel to get it clear,
The town plow will then come by, and put the snow back there.
The Holiday celebrations, Will be here very quick,
We’ll have our fun, our hugs and kisses, and hopefully not get sick.
But we’ll be back, Just wait and see,
Two weeks more, Back to T.V.  |
we'd rather have our own two feet
Two Feet on the ground
last week it was my own feet on TV soil
today it's two feet of stinkin white stuff.
in the day, stinkin white stuff had double meanings to different people
Mom called milk good and snow stinkin (had to stay home and put up with me)
I called snow good and milk stinkin.
Have times changed??
No, we have.
I'm selling it cheap.
L&L