Now, in years past, I’ve had more time to revel in all the spectacular February holidays. Time to bring you such amazing seasonal designs such as this. February is like soaking in a bowl of paraffin, is it not? One emerges fresh and renewed. Or something. I didn’t even manage a Groundhog’s Day salute this year.
But today, Mr. H is home for a snow day, and we are all slowly eating each other. A ybab is yelling at me, and Scatman Crothers had a snowcat accident on the way to save us. So in great haste, I bring you the simplest tidings of the day, in a form you morons can understand.
Ri rove roo!