Snow wars

 After cleaning my car off of snow for the third time in a week I just realized I still have some muscles buried underneath the fat. I am not as sore as times one and two and am ready to teach at 2 pm instead of a hot drink and a shower. the sun was bright gleaming off the snow and I remembered snowball fights with my sister and friends growing up. We used to call them snow wars because of how long they took and the remnants of snow that were everywhere including in our underwear. But wow was it fun. It was a nice memory. Sorry, no pictures this was before the world decided to document everything with a camera. 

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