Forecast calls for snow. I call for Vodka.
Ick. Winter is upon us here in Northern Michigan. In fact, I have been so despondent about the inevitable arrival of that crappy white stuff, I have neglected not only my blog, but my life in general. My son's pumpkin sits on our porch-still uncarved. I've been too busy taking winter-loathing naps that I completely forgot about having him carve it. Believe me, HE did not forget. He told me this morning that he is going to carve a Christmas tree into it. See. Now it works for two holidays. You're welcome son.
If you love snow and don't like to hear people bad mouth it (and oh, am I gonna bad mouth it!!), you may want to return here in June. I should be out of my funk by then. That all depends on Mother Nature.
You have been warned.
Otherwise, feel free to come here and rip winter a new one. Misery loves company.
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