That’s right. I’m officially cleared for chewing as of this morning. I don’t have to go back to the dentist until April, which means I’m a happy camper. To celebrate, I ate a Twix and two mutant Hershey Kisses (They’re a combo of milk, dark and white chocolate. If that ain’t mutant, what is?).
We’re supposed to get a “moderate” storm tomorrow night. Only 4-8 inches. Is there an off button for this snow anywhere? Cause somebody forgot to hit it. I’ll settle for “snooze”.
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