Recently a certain Iditarod Musher (who shall remain nameless) lamented that there just wasn't enough snow or cold to train her Pretty Curly Tails.
This unnamed Musher complained about rain, and sleet, and ice, and warmth, and sun, and more warmth, and still more rain, and rain, and blah blah blah....
Watch out what you ask for...
|Has anyone seen my house? Seriously?|
|Crunchie... you're standing on your house|
|Can someone bring me a ladder?|
We present to you, the amazing disappearing Musher!
Now you see her
Now you don't
Wait... could it be....
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE, snow zombie hand!
Needless to say... I think the anonymous Musher thinks there's enough snow now.