Bright sunshine today.
Bump!
More bumpin’ rain later tonight.
Likely more bumpin’ snow tonight.
You really do live too far north, dude. Bump your way southward when you can. (Although I do remember October snow hereabouts too, years ago.)
If I bump any farther southward, I’ll be in the United States. I could move to southern Ontario, at a more southern latitude than here, but having grown up there, the bumpin’ humidity always make summers feel hotter, and winters feel colder.
Meh. I’ll stay here for now, wear my pants around my armpits, and tell those kids to get off my lawn!
Before long you’ll hear me complaining about the lake-effect snow. But at least we don’t live in bumpin’ Buffalo.
Looks like I’ll have to do some shovelling later today.
Bump.
I sympathize with everyone dealing with snow. We may not have to turn the AC on tomorrow. My electricity bill will appreciate that.
Bump.
We’re looking at temps in the 70s for the next two days, with more bumpin’ rain. I think I’ve seen animals lining up, two by two.
Glad to bumpin’ sitting down, after being on my feet most of the day.
Well, I shovelled the bumpin’ snow. Phew! I think I need a new snow shovel.
Every bumpin’ winter around here there gets to be a shortage of snow shovels, and every bumpin’ summer a shortage of air conditioners. No shortage of complaints about the weather, though. Grump. Bump.
Due to back problems, we have to pay someone to plow our driveway. More bumpin’ money than it’s worth.
Hey, let’s lighten the mood. Think of winters with that special someone:
Him: Don’t go bumpin’ my heart
Her: But you’ve gotta clear the snow,
Him: Honey, if I gotta shovel,
Her: Then you know I won’t say no…
Chestnuts bumping on an open fire . . .
Jack Frost bumping at your nose…
Ouch! (bump)
(Bump) Ouch!
The thread must be getting harder with age. Lemme see – bump! Oooo!
Bumpin’ 80 degrees here!
(It’s not lasting.)