To school . . . up hill both ways, dammit. Unless they were injured squeezing between two grocery carts for the last morsel of bread because ZOMGIT’SGONNASNOW&ICEBUNCHESWE’LLBESTUCKTILMARCH!
I love the frenzy of winter’s first serious threat. Welcome to the mid-Atlantic, winter. You’re early, but we like that. Drink with us, won’t you?
Winter’s a HUGE drinker. Likes the single malt Scotch stuff . . . but only with ice cream. Real ice cream. You can serve your frozen gogurt to Spring.
I’m just jumping in to welcome the mothership’s first Winter Storm Warning of the season. So here’s some winter-themed madness. Themes. How lame.
Whatever. Some of this kills. You can thaw to it.
Love The Constellations kids (and their kids). Damn fine folks.
And finally? Eh . . . what the hell? It’s damn cold out there. Keep that heart warm, kids. Otherwise . . .