She is apprehensive about the depth. Of the snow. "Chance of light snow" was the forecast. I beg pardon? Excuse me?!? "Chance of light snow?!" - Why, my friends? Why did they lie to me?
Witness for yourself:
|J.H. Stafford measures depth of snowfall with partner's "Mr. Men" ruler.|
|Somewhere under all this powder lies my estate.|
Proper blog-entry and Part Thirty-Two of "The Evolution of Jasper (Fear the worst. Oh yes.)" later today... Until then - please stay safe and warm.