When that skinny chick on the nightly weather report, in her latest sheath dress, said, in her nasal voice, that the cold weather was over, I know that I, for one, thought, oh yes, I'll believe that when I see it.
And low and behold the cold weather did seem to end and the days have been glorious ever since, who'd have thought.
The weather chick got it right? Huh? What?
Isn't that like death and Taxes, or Murphy's law, you can depend on the weather report being wrong, or, if it can go wrong, it will.
Does a lot of hat eating follow this miracle?
The last few days have been so perfect, you can taste the perfection on your lips when you breathe in.
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