Icy Streets where you fall hard and bruise your hands= over it. Thank god I had plenty of wine flowing through my veins to cushion that fall.
Icy cold air that gives you a runny nose and then you don't have any tissues so you surreptiously wipe your nose on your scarf, make a mental note to wash the scarf later, forget mental note and then curse your forgetfulness the next time you wear the scarf on a icy cold day, repeat as necessary= over it as well.
Here is my new hero:
Everytime I see his fat little face, lit up with joy at that muffin he's going to mow down, I feel better about life.
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The part where you wrap your scarf around your mouth and nose to avoid them falling off, so your breath goes up into your glasses where it freezes so you have ice-covered glasses = over it.
this is kinda how i feel about rain. instead of fat squirrels (due to a feral cat situation) we do have rabid foxes.... google image it.
We saw the mangiest coyote in Griffith Park yesterday and it made me about as happy as that squirrel makes you!
(PS look who's reading now, miss)
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