4 December 2010
Two days ago we had a dusting of snow. The Dude (our California native mini van) made his Christmas list. He said that since we are too cheap to build him a heated garage of his own, he’d ask Santa for a waterproof heated fleece van cover.
Today we had a solid three inches (which is considerable for our area). I’m not going too near The Dude until the snow melts.
On my trudge up to get the mail, I heard him grumble something about “Global warming my icy rump.”
This is The Dude’s personal Christmas tree. At least I heard him say he was going to hang something on it. Or somebody.
Going to be a very long winter.