OK, since Alaskan was sulking (nasty snowball fight, snow cold, cold very VERY evil) I have many things to reply to.
I have gone back in time, and will now answer everything that I can remember, and then appear in present time.
Queen Em,
you are beautiful, very youthful, have a perfect physique, and we all adore you.
Tani,
if gluten is making you sick, switch to a diet of perpetual quesadillas in corn tortillas, also, chocolate soufflé is usually made flour free (but most cheese soufflé has flour) I make great cream sauces, don't use flour to thicken them, use sour cream and thinly grated cheese.
OldRooster,
The dance to make snow die must be done with deep and terrifying aspect. Deep malice against snow and all cold things. Waving around a high caliber gun helps too.
Okay, it's 1:00 in the morning.
I thought that strange guy from the frozen north
wanted some 24 hour attention?
I've thought this out, and I believe I've got a plan
for him. I bet he could use a bulldozer and push
the snow right in the water.
My pond is frozen over.....the water in the bay is very far away. For some reason I own a house at OVER 1,300 feet ABOVE sea level (insane screaming)
Or push all his snow to the neighbors yard. That's
what I would probably do. Give it the the neighbor.
Great idea. But there are problems
1.the ground is now covered with rotten sort of slushy snow and "suck your vehicle four feet down" mud
2. All of my vehicles have issues, and I don't think the voles are strong enough to pull them
But don't worry, the snow is getting smaller, so soon I will have to trade in this current insanity for a new and different one..... Don't worry, I don't think I ever have difficulty finding insanities.
The "all snow must die" dance IS working
Do the chickens in Alaska wear snowshoes?
Yes, small fluffy ones made out of owl feathers
Do they have extra feathers?
Nope, they just spend their time alternating between frantic bouncing and huddling.
Did you crochet them little coats?
Did you just call me a hooker? I do not hook!
I do knit though... Didn't someone say that knitters are knit-wits? Isn't that that a form of insanity?
Building a poop board in the living room...begs the
question, "who for?"
Hah... As if I would touch that one.... Not even with a ten foot pole!