Now that some of us are either in a turkey stupor or anticipating being in one soon, let’s talk about the weather. Do you realize if we couldn’t talk about the weather there would be many stumped conversations out there. It’s a prime subject a easy one to break the ice, so to speak, after all if it’s raining cats and dogs, it’s good to point out the obvious, or is it?
What would happen if we couldn’t mention the weather in a stalled conversation? And what else would we talk about?
Downpours don’t happen every day, and rainbows aren’t hiding behind every silver lining of a cloud, but a hard rain’s gotta fall.
After all those dog days don’t come every day, and it’s cold enough some days to freeze the ahem off of a witch’s ahem.
I’m not a fan of pea soup, but I do love fog. Do you feel like washing it down with a gully washer, or does that make you feel a little under the weather? Did I miss any?