Yesterday I told Sarah that it wasn’t really snowing very hard in Burnaby. Then I had some tea. Then I looked outside again. It looked like this:
Oops.
We walked to the store. I ate some non-radioactive Vancouver snowflakes:
See, Burnaby is not a nuclear-free zone. Don’t eat the snow here.
And just because, here’s one of my new ducks trying to get at the Christmas dinner leftovers:
The End.