Dang blasted weather. There’s nothing worse than snow and ice… and that cold wind don’t help. Baring your ass in the outhouse is sufferance enough, without risking your life on the way back. Hell, I almost broke my neck this morning; one minute I was fastening my belt and the next minute my boots were in the air. Sure knocked the stuffing out of me when I came down on my shoulders. And when I yelled for Housty, she came running out the back door and she slipped over too. We must have looked a sorry pair as we helped each other back to the house.
Well wouldn’t you know it, it’s snowing again...
Lord, I ain’t a religious man but I swear I’ll mend my ways if you’ll fix this awful weather. If I don’t get into town soon we’ll be in big trouble. There’s food enough for a few days yet but I’m all out of booze and low on tobacco, so if you’ll take pity on my frost bitten ass and see to it, pronto, I’ll be mighty grateful. Amen.
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