As I came home from running a few errands yesterday, Eric said to me (after stepping away from a weather screen on his computer), “You always know it’s going to be bad when the National Weather Service says it’s going to be ‘blustery.’”
Eric said that makes him feel like we live in the Hundred Acre Woods.
He then went on to tell me the weather forecast for the next day, and then said that Monday night leading into Tuesday would be “blustery.”
He then added, “Yeah, blustery, with a chance of heffalumps and woozels.”
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