Come join us, hon - it's supposed to be near 40 later this week! Unfortunately, the temps are supposed to plummet a day or so later, so all the snow melt will turn to ice and the place will become one gigantic skating rink.
On second thought, I think maybe I'll go to your place instead.....
(You like Irish whiskey? I've got some good stuff! LOL)
My father had a bottle of Irish Whisky in a jug stashed in a little cupboard above our refrigerator. My brother and I used to sneak swigs when nobody was around. Eventually, the jug ran dry. We thought no more about it until my sister had the first baby of the new generation, when dear old dad broke out the jug and gave a speech: This ancient whiskey has been passed through three generations of Morse's, and upon the birth of the next generation a toast is offered to....
It's a miracle the family line didn't end when the empty bottle was discovered. I'm still sore.
Gee, it's not even that cold here in Northern Utah (almost Idaho). Call your weatherman, preacher, and governor! Or, pout with a book! :)
Hey, I'll send you some warm and sunny from Utah. *warm* *sunny* Just do the same if it gets better there and worse here. *sunny* A little extra there for ya.
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Come join us, hon - it's supposed to be near 40 later this week! Unfortunately, the temps are supposed to plummet a day or so later, so all the snow melt will turn to ice and the place will become one gigantic skating rink.
On second thought, I think maybe I'll go to your place instead.....
(You like Irish whiskey? I've got some good stuff! LOL)
Happy winter!
...Or not.
:)
(And I agree. Some good Irish whiskey can do WONDERS.)
an Irish Whiskey party...yeah!
d:-)
did somebody say irish whiskey?
i have some bushmills on hand.
My father had a bottle of Irish Whisky in a jug stashed in a little cupboard above our refrigerator. My brother and I used to sneak swigs when nobody was around. Eventually, the jug ran dry. We thought no more about it until my sister had the first baby of the new generation, when dear old dad broke out the jug and gave a speech: This ancient whiskey has been passed through three generations of Morse's, and upon the birth of the next generation a toast is offered to....
It's a miracle the family line didn't end when the empty bottle was discovered. I'm still sore.
Foam, if you say it's good...I'm in!
Oh, Michael, that's hysterical!
Gee, it's not even that cold here in Northern Utah (almost Idaho). Call your weatherman, preacher, and governor! Or, pout with a book! :)
Hey, I'll send you some warm and sunny from Utah. *warm* *sunny* Just do the same if it gets better there and worse here. *sunny* A little extra there for ya.
Thanks, Doom. It's helping! Supposed to be in the 60s today.
you could always pull me into your bed for warmth.
of course...
You'll be turning into your sixties this year, won't you?
(what do you mean, "no warming pad for me"?)
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