HUGS: Spiderman hugs to my husband who drove us safely through two blizzards near Grand Forks, narrowly missing two deer and bringing my attention to my potty mouth.
SLUGS: To people who think that just because something is not disallowed by law, it is okay to do. Perhaps try looking at it from a more empathetic perspective. “Will what I am doing likely wake people up hours before they normally would get out of bed? How would I feel if my sleep were disrupted? Could I safely drive to work or do my job if I didn’t get a decent amount of rest?” I’m sure you get the idea.
HUGS: An extremely grateful hug to the young woman who found my wallet in the middle of Carbonate Street and tracked me down to return it.
HUGS: To the Australian lady who gave me a lift home from the ski hill after I locked my keys in my car. You were a life saver!
HUGS: To all those who feel the dog bylaw should remain in place. This is Nelson… you can drive 10 minutes in any direction and let your dog have all the room in the world, and there are lots of designated dog areas now. Your pet may be a part of your family, but not everyone wants them in all public areas.
HUGS: To all residents who make the walks around their house safe regardless of whether or not they shovel.
SLUGS: To the driver of the red Honda Accord who not only came close to ramming me while he backed out of a parking space and failed to signal three out of five left turns into town but also didn’t stop for the lady at the crosswalk. Maybe, just maybe, you shouldn’t be driving. — signed, a senior who will know when to hand in the keys.
SLUGS: A large slug to the group responsible for the culling of wolves. Why don’t you ban ski-doo and snowmobiles from the area. Thus saving the caribou and the wolves. Cull the snow machines.
SLUGS: Slugs in the cup of those soliciting spare change using expletives and suicide ideation. Not, in my opinion, the optimal approach to increased goodwill. My best wishes, but I’ll be keeping my cash, thank you.
SLUGS: Big defrosting slugsicles, to those who allow pooch to produce poopsicles. They hide in the snow, knee high, don’t you know. Once, when I shoveled my drive, something brown ended up in my boot! Pick it up and give a darn hoot!
HUGS: To the wonderful crew of people who helped me through a vicious slip on the ice last week. Hugs for the man in yellow who despite having my dog lunge at him merely a minute earlier was at my side doing the first check in with me. Between you and the city workers I was covered in cozy coats, head propped up off the ice.
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