Dude.
This is not Minnesota in January. We should be out burrowing tunnels from the front door of our homes to our buried vehicles instead of laying on the beach in bikinis right now. Something is very wrong. OK, I lied about the bikinis, but still. There’s sun and green grass and superfat squirrels, because they haven’t had to starve for the winter yet. Forget our nation’s children; for the love of god, somebody needs to do something about the rodent obesity problem. Don’t ever try to convince me there’s no global warming, because it was in the not-too-distant past that the snow began around Halloween and didn’t let up until the end of March. I remember parkas and moon boots and my dad running the snowblower almost every single day. Not that I’m complaining about not having to shovel, but ecologically speaking, we’re fucked. Anyway. I was out doing my thang