Too damned cold out! I’m wearing several layers, top and bottom. I’ve got the wood pellet stove roaring, and it’s still a little nippy. I’m on top of the mountain outside of Woodstock. Five degrees colder than down in the valley in Woodstock, and ten degrees colder than way down in Kingston.
Recently, a lot of people with nothing better to do have labeled this old song a Date Rape Anthem. You’ve got to read it to believe it!
I'm staying home! Ain't going nowhere! Too damned cold!
Wimp.
Posted by: Big Joe | Sunday, February 03, 2013 at 09:44 AM