But fireworks always help.
Hopped on a jet plane,
as we glided over New Jersey, we saw snow.
It looked cold.
We beat a huge storm by hours.
A very big storm.
What away to return back to unpredictable New England.
I thought I kind of liked snow. What I learned is that I truly don't. It's pretty and all, but I am not a skier or into the luge.
I prefer where I visited much better. All I know is once Addy retires, we are out of here!
So if you were planning on long games of canasta near the fire in our long john's...
You are dreaming.