Monthly Archives: November 2012
Pumpin’ Out the White Stuff
Can’t beat the holidays in rural America. No, sir.
…was a term used by a snow reporting service for ski resorts here in the 90s. The sooper-hip chick reporter talked like that.
Just in time for the carol sing at the gazebo tomorrow night.
Another perfect day in paradise.
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All Aboard the Holiday Express
Spark it up, whatever your holiday.
When I suggested watching Rudolph the day after Thanksgiving, my niece said, “Can’t we at least wait another day?” Auntie Ann couldn’t. And didn’t. All aboard.
Weirdly, turns out Rudolph was almost named Reginald or Romeo. That’s Dartmouth College for you.
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Why stop eating?
Fat and fearless.
We’re not the only ones undaunted by a meal bigger than ourselves. This little fatty couldn’t bother to clean up after himself. I consider him a role model.
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