tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526024481487928748.post5679560527901519707..comments2023-07-03T05:03:25.656-07:00Comments on Kill Your Lunch Hour: No Move is Good Move: A Primer on What My Problem Is, Part IJody Realehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02105756456742820905noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526024481487928748.post-85995771688615889432007-06-28T09:42:00.000-07:002007-06-28T09:42:00.000-07:00And let it be known that I don't sluice so much as...And let it be known that I don't sluice so much as I just fall down a lot.Jody Realehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02105756456742820905noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526024481487928748.post-59486153408957747722007-06-28T09:41:00.000-07:002007-06-28T09:41:00.000-07:00"everybody stays inside looking out their windows,..."everybody stays inside looking out their windows, marveling at the freakish white stuff lightly covering the greenish-brown grass that is still poking through it all, in a hopeful kind of way."<BR/><BR/>I think I'm moving to Georgia, if for no other reason than to do just this.Jody Realehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02105756456742820905noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526024481487928748.post-52116863509530408242007-06-27T11:23:00.000-07:002007-06-27T11:23:00.000-07:00In Georgia, we don't have snowstorms that require ...In Georgia, we don't have snowstorms that require putting on skis and sluicing (at least I THINK that's what skiiers do..."sluice") down to the grocery store. In Georgia, we have light dustings of rapidly melting snow that require everyone to jump into their rickety 1947 Ford pick up trucks, drive to the grocery store in a reeeeally slow way (with left turn signal blinking for no apparent reason)amyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14474804320816948025noreply@blogger.com