I said please.
Just glad I’m not a cow. It would stink to be a cow in this weather.
It also stinks to be Sheldon in this weather.
Sheldon met up with a skunk last week and still stinks to high heaven.
Smelly Shelly. No sleeping in the house for you.
The day before the rain, snow, sleet, hail, and ice came, my daffodils decided to bloom.
The path to the chicken coop became a game of Name that Track
It will be much warmer this weekend so here’s wishing all tracks will disappear.