I’m sitting here in front of the fire this evening thinking that Al Gore is full of crap. Global warming? What a joke.
Obviously, he’s never had the experience of digging for wool tights for his daughter to wear with her darling, halter style Easter sundress that will be a total waste, due to the fact that it will be completely covered by a brown wool coat.
And don’t even get me started on my fresh, new Easter pedicure that involved having my toes painted a bright, springtime shade called Cha-Ching Cherry. These toes won’t see the light of day tomorrow. They’ll be in wool socks from dawn til dusk.
Mr. Gore, here are some pictures of our beautiful roses. I look forward to these roses all year. Our yard never looks as pretty as it does in the spring. By tomorrow, these roses will be gone with the sleet filled wind.
It was nice while it lasted.
Hope everyone has a lovely Easter filled with wool coats, warm socks, a fire in the fireplace, and Reeses peanut butter cups. You know, the Easter essentials.
And remember, He is risen.