Yesterday it was 60F and occasionally sunny. I got lots of raking done while Liza tromped through the leaf piles like a good little toddler.
Today it's doing this:
It looks like one of those restaurant pellet ice machines exploded in my yard.
So which day does my mother, She Who Hates To Drive In Precipitation Of Any Form, pick to drive to my house?
Hi, Mom!
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