Monthly Archives: November 2012
Pumpin’ Out the White Stuff
…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.
All Aboard the Holiday Express
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.
Why stop eating?
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.