Snow - need I say mor?

We ar still shuvellin' tons ov snow since storm number 6 haz struk. Mama did not get her car owt until dis day...an' let me tell ya she bin shuvellin', sweepin', plowin', dryin' cloze an' doggies an' cones an' keepin' a i on Mr. Conehed.

FINALLY she gets owt today to get parts fer da sno blower (witch wuz not werkin' wen dis came) an' to keep Hoozywutzit owt ov trubble she tuk him along. He wuz gud in da car, but by da time Mama gotted to da farm assy to get pills fer Dad, Vito started cryin'. Mama parked, looked bak at him an' gagged. Da hole bak seet cuvver, da leesh, da cone an' da hed in it wer awl YUKKY!! Vito frew up. Mama sed it wuz mor fro up dan she ever seed com owt ov a liddle creecher. Ferget da pills - she drived strate home. Off came da cone, da leesh, da blanky on da seet - evryfing! Vito in da kitchen, fro up stuffs in da washer, an' Mama wif a green fase lukkin' a liddle kweezy. Finely she gotted Vito in a chare on her lap an' dey taked a widdle rest.

Now she iz werried abowt hiz noze - iz it gonna brake open? iz he gonna skratch it? iz it gonna stay heeled? Whut a werrywart she iz! Whelp, I awlwayz say wun day atta time, rite? Now lets get da liddle snot into bed fer da nite an' weel see whut coms when da sun rizes.

Till to moro,
Arfur