Bring Long Johns …

The fountain is frozen.

The wishing well is frozen.

The plants that shaded the house are mushy piles of goo.

The dogs won’t go outside unless it is absolutely urgent.

I’m jealous that my Dad has two pairs of long johns.  I’d borrow one pair, but he’s wearing both.

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