Every morning, I walk to the mailbox to send the letter I write to my nephew, Sam, while he is at basic training. Last Friday was the morning that was expected to be snowy and cold. No snow! :( but it was really cold and icy. This temperature guage was sitting on the carport. I love how the ice froze onto it. I actually think it doesn't work anymore. :( But on the bright side, TODAY, as I was walking back from the mailbox, I saw the old bronze temp gauge--which has been spending the winter in the Bermuda triangle, I guess--just sitting there on the carport brick flower container. How did it get there? and where has it been? I'm not even joking, by the way.
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