Every time I Leave...

Every time I leave the state, it snows in the place I am going to.

Case in point: Thanksgiving, I flew into Cincinnati and we drove up to Ft. Wayne Indiana to see the family. Mother nature promptly dumped several inches of snow on us the second we crossed into Indiana. (Really, I see this partly as what we get for going into Indiana on purpose.)

Christmas is no exception. I flew to Cincinnati where it was 50 degrees when I landed. Woops. The next day it snowed ten inches, and that was before the snow turned to ice pellets.

So, I'm happy mother nature can continue her little joke on me.

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