The party or parties involved are heretofore in agreement that in circustances of meteorological ambiguities or cyclonic bombogenesis, it is permitted within the region or regions adjacent and immediately locationally convenient to the party or parties to experience disproportionately above average amounts of precipitation in the form of crystallized hydrogen-dioxide.
Did you see that? It’s right under the part about the ‘no llama’ rule.
ROFLMAO! Oh, I sooooo needed that! Yup, see it now. Dang, wish I saw that before I signed and drove 3000 miles.
Posted by Jennifer AKA Me on 03/11/05 at 05:32 PM
What?!? “No llamas?” Where will my sweaters come from?
Wait! What happens if I install a llama in the back yard? Do they eat grass? Does that break the contract? Does that mean the snow will go away??
Shoot. Get me a llama!
Well, the good news is that llama installations are usually pretty painless (for you). The only tools required are a kitchen blowtorch, 8-lbs hammer, and a torque wrench. Takes about 20 minutes. I have a PDF on it around here somewhere…
Bad news is… You know that test they give you in grade school where you have to read ALL the directions first, because the second last direction tells you to ignore all the other directions except the last one? Well, I kinda read that last post, and… well… I think I shot the llama.
You are all nuts and I am SO glad--am sitting here laughing like crazy, which beats the whining I really, really, really want to do instead!! Yeah, 3 storms Kate (since I live in the MV a/k/a ‘the snow belt’, last I heard was another foot. Good thing I am all stocked up on tequila!! Got the good stuff too, plenty of limes (to ward off scurvy) so I really don’t care what it does........OR maybe we could all just get together, charter a plane and jet off to hawaii or something?? 
Gotta get me a saddle for the llama that Dave didn’t shoot (darned good thing, I’ll tell ya!) so I can ride on out of here. It’s the only way I’m gonna get out of here Since I’m Snowed In Again!
Charter that plane and I’ll meet ya on the runway! Hawaii or bust. That’s it. Can’t do another inch of snow.
The spare bedroom’s empty. I’d need a day or two to explain it to my mother, though. And you gotta be sure that llama’s been inoculated for rabies before it gets here.
Oh, now how funny is this: the captcha word is “plane.”
Bring the llama? Oh no, no, no. He can hang out at the airport. Because, you know, the minute we leave, the snow will stop and the sun will come out and the temperatures will soar. By the time we get back, he will be grazing in the grass.
It’s an unwritten rule in my life. If I go someplace warm in the winter or late spring, home gets warmer. Out of spite. I’m sure of it.
Just how big is that spare bedroom linkmeister? And Kate, I don’t care how warm and sunny it got here if we were in Hawaii, you would NEVER get me to come back!
(clicking my red ruby shoes together) 
Posted by Jennifer AKA Me on 03/12/05 at 11:30 AM
pfttttttttt my word here is SUMMER. This is a cruel joke people!
Posted by Jennifer AKA Me on 03/12/05 at 11:32 AM
It’s the master bedroom, so it’s pretty big. Got a nice brand new duvet, too.
On the other hand, it’s pouring buckets and has been since 0300 this morning.
Just a little liquid sunshine. You’re probably about 40 degrees warmer, too. Sounds pretty good to me!
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I think it was in the contract (in microscopic writing) when I decided to move here!