posted on Dec, 21 2010 @ 07:25 PM
Peace in our Solar System.
Outward of that can take care of themselves, since they've had SO long to practice.
[insert diety] bless us.
A snowman. Ahhhh. Gone are the days for me. I miss snow. I miss cold, and that wet-dog smell that people seem to take on when they play in the
snow and slush and drink and eat chili all day.
I will get hypothermic tomorrow night, as we are going out for Christmas lobster. That would normally be a two-hour excursion in a shortie wetsuit,
but since it's SO rough out there, it'll probably go longer before the two of us get the required lobsters for Christmas dinner for six. My Bride
will have meat tenderizer and vinegar for the almost-certain knee-shots of long-spined sea urchins. So it goes.
I guess we all enjoy the coolth in our own way. Me, I'd be thrilled to pay kids with coco and wee marshmallows to go get the lobsters for me.
Trouble is, they're too smart for that. Only a fool would go out there.