Wonder Woman tells me that these things are called Kissing Balls. Yesterday, I took this picture of one that is still hanging in our backyard … just before I started shoveling … again.
So far this winter, we’ve gotten approximately 3,119 inches of snow. Which reminds me: Mother Nature, if you’re reading this, I have some balls for you to kiss.


You are a funny, funny man.
I can’t complain about the amount of snow we’ve gotten here in MD, but they’re talking about a temperature of 12 for Friday. Now, I ask you, is 12 a temperature? You get 12 eggs, 12 cookies, 12 doughnuts…but really, 12 degrees seems rather slim.
I don’t have balls for Mother Nature to kiss, but she can kiss my ass.
Dave: Thank you, sir. I try.
Milissa: Between you and me (and the rest of the ice-and-snow-dwelling population), it sounds like Mother Nature has a lot of puckering-up to do.