As I slowly get caught up on stuff I should have posted days ago, I thought I’d offer one brief glimpse into the traditions of the Fraternal Order of the Groundhog: I’m not sure what it is with me and exposing my naked flesh to the winter, but there you go…
While we were doing the Groundhog thing in Ohio, it apparently snowed in Pittsburgh.
At about this time a year ago, I was dying to go skiing — and the weather posed something of a problem. Here we are again — I can go tomorrow, but the weather seems bent on making my day as difficult as possible. Last year, it was the cold, as in a high of… Read More once again.
I don’t think we’re expecting more snow anytime soon — although we may get a enough ice Christmas morning to make the drive to Sarver something of a challenge — but some advice about waiting out winter weather is always welcome around here. And as a bonus, if you stick around ’til the end of… Read More the elf dance.
Boy, NaBloPoMo ended and everything here just kind of went to hell, huh? Our skis are in the shop. It’s only a matter of time. Mrs. Crappy had back-to-back god-awful-early shifts at her paper on Friday and Saturday morning, so on her way home Friday, she called and suggested that I get the hell out… Read More slacking.
Uncle Crappy 