tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4059935180600513762.post9043489564323505349..comments2024-02-14T20:37:40.921-05:00Comments on 500 Dollar Tomato: Crusty vs CushyTamihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06597093453934852571noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4059935180600513762.post-90764135196413563052014-02-13T10:35:32.438-05:002014-02-13T10:35:32.438-05:00Good to hear you're surviving with no problems...Good to hear you're surviving with no problems so far. (Well, except for the caged animal . . . oops, I mean your dear husband.) Back in my childhood days in Illinois, my dad drove everyone up the wall during a snowstorm. Every time an inch accumulated on the ground, he had to go out and shovel it. Then he'd come in and grump when another inch covered it all again. Out he'd go to shovel again. Over and over this would go on until the snow stopped falling. He just couldn't stand to see any kind of a build-up.<br /><br />We're getting snow here, too, this morning. The accompanying wind makes it hard to tell how much is falling. Whatever will be, will be. Sure is purdy though . . . if you like this type of thing. :o)Mama Peahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03649357184167949247noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4059935180600513762.post-34497401691111181822014-02-13T10:19:42.279-05:002014-02-13T10:19:42.279-05:00Ah, yes. The life of Dog. Scrappy give me the St...Ah, yes. The life of Dog. Scrappy give me the Stink Eye when it's less than 60 degrees out and there is precipitation. Makes me glad that I'm the Alpha.Susanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12573143203599624833noreply@blogger.com