Another cold gray bleak morning requiring an extra effort on my part to get outside. Picked up a coffee to go at Clinton’s Tim Hortons and ventured off out around the Hullett Marsh. Roads were snow covered and slippery. Wandered around for a short while then headed home again. Neither Pheebs or I even bothered stopping for a leg stretch. It was just that kind of morning and as hard as I tried tonight I couldn't seem to string myself any more words together. I did manage to pull a few photos out of this mornings depressing drabness though………….
GROANER’S CORNER:(( Santa goes up and down so many chimneys that he's thinking of getting a yearly flue shot?
Mum, can I please have a cat for Christmas? No. You'll have turkey the same as the rest of us.
Q: What was so good about the neurotic doll the little girl was given for Christmas? A: It was all wound up already.
A man went to his psychiatrist and said, "What's wrong with me? I'm afraid of Santa." The psychiatrist said, "You must be Claustrofobic
Christmas is just plain weird. What other time of the year do you sit in front of a dead tree in your living room eating candy and snacks out of your socks?