All I know is I'm REALLY sick of this wind. Every. Stinking. Day.
We're already dead.And what does this mean?
It seems like I am picking up sticks in my yard every, single, dayAll I know is I'm REALLY sick of this wind. Every. Stinking. Day.
It’s 63 degrees here but working on a shady flower garden with my winter coat on.A cold NW wind at that.
I camped this weekend and it didn't matter if I was behind trees or whatever; that wind got there.
And what does this mean?
Wind has become my least liked weather element. You are teased with a nice day out the window, then you step outside and get knocked over.All I know is I'm REALLY sick of this wind. Every. Stinking. Day.
Yup, been windy windy windy here.
Lots of garbage can casualties today in the twin cities