Time to find out where that woman bought her ski mask…it’s freezing, literally. My sun-glistened garden border turned into a line of frosty mugs last night. This photo was taken at 8 am…
This was the view through my windshield just before 9 am…
And here’s the make-shift ice scraper that got me to work at 9 am on the dot because the windshield wipers weren’t cutting it…
When I got to work, John had his coat off for the first time in a week. He explained with a grin and a slight pull on his pant leg to reveal a gray cotton band around his ankle; he switched out his boxers for Long John’s!
Long Johns! Oh, that Florida boy.
I know…lol, my true Floridian!