Monday, December 27, 2010

cold. cold. coldcoldcold...

Screw this. It's 29 degrees here.

I'm going back to bed with a book
and the heating pad.

Laters.

9 comments:

randompawses said...

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)

Freddie said...

Happy winter!

...Or not.

:)

(And I agree. Some good Irish whiskey can do WONDERS.)

Jean said...

an Irish Whiskey party...yeah!

d:-)

foam said...

did somebody say irish whiskey?
i have some bushmills on hand.

Michael Morse said...

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.

Jean said...

Foam, if you say it's good...I'm in!

Oh, Michael, that's hysterical!

Doom said...

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.

Jean said...

Thanks, Doom. It's helping! Supposed to be in the 60s today.

boneman said...

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"?)