The last week or so has been unbelievably cold out. Wind chills in the minus 30 degree category. Now they are calling for more of that white crap. If we aren't getting buried, we are getting frozen like popsicles. If it was up to me, I would be somewhere on a nice island. Where the temp never drops below 80, there are no insects, and no creepy crawlies. Wishful thinking I know, but hey, it's my fantasy. Oh yeah, and if I can't have Vin Diesel there, then I want a huge library of books :D
These Eight words the Rede fulfill: "An Ye Harm None, Do What Ye Will"
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