I would like to quote a distinct phrase from my last entry, posted not more than 24 hours ago, in which I described the weekend weather as "freakishly beautiful." (I may have been in Ottawa but my northerly sources have confirmed similar swass-inducing temperatures in Timmins.) Well, LO AND BEHOLD, the world has once again righted itself and shat all over my front yard.
Let this read as a PSA for anyone considering a leisurely trip up north (HA. z'ifff.). TURN YOUR CAR AROUND. Here is what I saw upon gazing at the abomination that await me out my front window this morning and then on my drive to work. The radio announcement of the 15cm to come caused an involuntary "ARE YOU FUCKED?" to fly from my lips while alone in the car.
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Now feast your eyes on two comparison shots taken a mere eight hours later:
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I, unfortunately, didn't think to capture the bare roof of the ol' bird muncher in the first shot so as to elicit louder gasps of horror, but playing "Spot the Differences" here shouldn't result in a spontaneous case of the sweats. Might I add, there is currently no end to Mother Nature shitting the bed in sight.
Sweet baby J.
Sweet baby J.
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