Another six inches of snow. I don’t know about you but it is so cold and dry in my house/car/office right now I’m about to lose my mind. It doesn’t matter how much body lotion I slather on; my skin is painfully raw.
All my clothes feel like they’re made of the scratchiest wool
spun by self-loathing puritans.
I wonder what The Saint will think when he returns from his business trip to find me covered in Vaseline and enveloped in Saran Wrap?
