So the Washington area has reported that we might get a "sleazy" mix of rain, snow, and sleet tomorrow. Huh? I took Margaret and a friend out to dinner tonight and told them of this weird, new terminology. I mean I've heard of a "sleety" mix or a "wintry" mix, but never "sleazy."
Margaret's response without missing a beat:
"Yeah, sleazy mix sounds more like when you combine a Pole Dancer with an Exotic Dancer."
Yikes.
That noise you just heard was our television crashing through the front window.
In our defense, she learned what these things were by watching "Cake Boss" and "America's Got Talent." Of course I already told you about "Toddlers and Tiaras" today, so we may not have any defense at all.
