Bloody sodding snow. I can't believe we've got snow in fucking March. It's two days to April, and it's snowing. It started to sleet as my dad and I drove through Louisa county, and by the time we got to Charlottesville it was snowing like a sonofabitch, coming in down in giant flakes like feathers. And sticking. Going over the mountains to Roanoke was not fun, though the road was pretty clear and we saw only two cars and one tractor trailer in the ditch (as opposed to the twenty-six car-in-the-ditch count Toma, OtherLiz & I racked up coming back from Katzucon). At least it waitied until today to snow instead of snowing yesterday while we helped my Nana move (her new house is huge--it's all on one level, but, like the Engergizer Bunny, it keeps going and going and going... Every time you turn around you find more rooms). I vow that I will never have more stuff than can be packed up into two truckloads. I'm not talking furnature, just stuff. Granted, a lot of it is cool, antique, valuable stuff, but still.
Question: Why do so many radio stations play bluegrass on Sunday morning?
Question: Why do so many radio stations play bluegrass on Sunday morning?