So it came to pass that citrusboy and I were sitting on the couch, blissfully ignorant of the impending doom about to strike, carefree in our knowledge that the only important thing at the moment was Mario Party. All of a sudden, out of the corner of my eye, I see through the window big rocks of ice raining down from the sky. People are being pelted, cars are being damaged, but Mother Nature will not budge: her rage at this city must be wrought.
Only in Winnipeg, folks, will it hail in July. Also the only place where it will snow 50 cm in May. Welcome to my life.
1 comment:
Great, this city is so bizzare it can't even make hail properly.
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