Twenty-two below zero, no water, electric iffy, but we made it through; Pirate Jenny can't hurt me.
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2 comments:
Is this a glimpse into the past? I cannot imagine having no running water, much less 22 below.
Glad you came thru victorious, Susan. The isolation that kind of weather must have caused is enough to cause a sane person to go stircrazy.
Mic looks none the worse for wear. BTW, you need to talk to him about that ciggy habit. Malboros no less!
Hi Yvonne, unlike that old picture of dogs sitting around a table smoking and playing cards, my dogs do neither:)
The Malboros were not mine, the Bugler was tho.
The isolation and the cold were good teachers.
I know your buzy and have had your mind and heart focused on more important things, still, it's good to see your words.
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