Bumpin’ snow? Say it ain’t so!
It had better be the last bumpin’ time this year!
You’re bumpin’ right about that!
High today is supposed to be 98F. Damn. Better water the stuff that will wilt.
We’ve been calling complaints that keep coming back, however you answer them, boomerangs. I’m starting to think of them as bumps.
Bumping from where it’s 62F, breezy and sunny.
About 60F and grey and cloudy here. May get some bumpin’ rain.
In the 60s today. Tomorrow a bumpin’ rain/snow mix.
Bumped to say that I laughed out loud at the beginning of our local newscast. The anchor said, “Today is Thursday, for those of you who have lost track…”
That’s been a problem with me, since long before the bumpin’ pandemic.
I generally know what day it is, but it was good to have a bumpin’ laugh about it anyway.
Yup, it’s bumpin’ snowing.
Bumpin’ hell!
It’s bumpin’ cool here. The weatherman said record cold temps, this weekend.
I have my Tomatoes sheltered. They are nearly tall enough to stake. This will slow them down if I keep them warm enough not to die.
Stoopid bumping weather is not cooperating.
Not bumpin’ fair, Beckdawrek. Living in the South with Bigfoot and getting your tomatoes frozen too? They’re predicting maybe a little snow here tomorrow, but this is bumpin’ New England, fergoshsakes, it’s not that strange.
Mmm, homegrown tomatoes. I hope to get mine in soon.
Oh, and bump.
Our dogwood is finally blooming. This is the first time since bumpin’ 1959 it didn’t bloom in April.
At least it’s blooming now.
Bump.
And they’re not really blossoms. They’re bumpin’ bracts. But nevertheless lovely.
Finally did some mowing and raking in the back. At least the alley hasn’t overgrown since the last time I whacked it back.
Bump.
I’ve got to get to some bumpin’ yardwork myself. Maybe tomorrow.