Posting for yesterday here. It’s a challenge, because the one thing that had us laughing again and again was not a funny gag or zingy one-liner but a slow, ongoing natural event.
The weather station was still predicting no precipitation when the snow began early in the afternoon–huge flakes plummeting in piles. By evening, when five or six inches lay on the lawn, the weather station was conceding the possibility of a two- or three-inch snowfall. The kids were beginning to offer opinions about what the Boss ought to say to whomever was on duty at the weather station.
I have sympathy for these people, but I think maybe they need to install better technology at the station. Maybe a window, for example.
