You Know It Is Cold When

The snow squeaks under your feet.

Even the dog wants to get the evening walk done.

You contemplate whether or not the rolly-plastic-garbage-bin will crack or possibly even shatter when the garbage truck's automated pickup jaws give it a hug in the morning.

You contemplate how many BTU's are contained in that squishy, stinky bag of freshly deposited dog poo.  And then you think someone would have to be truly desperate to think about using it as a hand-warmer.

 

The Weather Appears To Be Stuck

 In frost fog mode.

We Hope Your New Year is

Clean and Bright.

Well Ember, we've managed the clean part, but I doubt you'll be getting any brighter this year.  But then you're a stubborn dog; you don't have to get any wiser than you already are.  Unfortunately, people are stubborn too.

Ember would probably comment that B.A.T.H. is still a four letter word.  She would then request more comforting from hubby for the traumatic experience in the bathtub.

I hope this new year is better than last year.