Some of my family’s favorite stories are not our own – two are from local weathermen who managed to flub up, live, during a forecast.
The first one was all excited to tell us about the Blaging Rizzard that was heading straight towards us.
The second one managed to inform us of the cold mare’s ass that was working it’s way down from Canada then finished the show without peeing his pants from laughing.
So when I awake to find howling wind, blowing snow and poor visibility – I can’t help but think,
“Well, that cold mare’s ass sure brought us a blaging rizzard.”
Brightens my day and hope it entertains you, your next blizzard.