A poem sent to the Wife from her boss. Quite appropriate when you look out the window.
"It's winter in Nebraska
And the gentle breezes blow
fifty miles an hour
At twenty-five below.
Oh, how I love Nebraska
When the snow's up to your butt
You take a breath of winter
And your nose is frozen shut.
The Platte River is all frozen
and the ice is getting thick
avoiding ice jam flooding
will be this spring's really big trick
My truck is stuck in my driveway
but where would I really go
cause the roads are all buried
in four foot of wind driven snow
Yes, the weather here is wonderful
So I guess I'll stick around
I could never leave Nebraska
cause I'm still frozen to the ground!"
Heh - wait until you see the post I put up last night!
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