Cold Feelings

Snow...
Ice...
20°...
Apparently my pants were a little uh, off this year.







But I refuse to take full responsibility for this madness. According to the good Reverend there are other forces at play here....so I'm washing my hands of it...all of it.

Shame Batman. Shaaame.

Wishful Thinking

We found this guy sleeping in the sun in our backyard yesterday. Around here I don't let some weird rat crawling out of his hole tell me when Spring is going to be here. I've come up with my own weather prognosticator.

My belief is that if I almost step on a snake in February and I don't piss my pants then Winter is gone daddy gone. And since I'm wearing the same pants I had on yesterday when I saw the snake and by the weather today, I'm calling for an early Spring.

Open Season