that I've got to get to Walmart and buy up any ice cream mixes, probably now on clearance.
I need them for my snow party.
What's that, you ask.
It's semi-homemade ice cream and hot chocolate and hot apple cider with cinnamon sticks while the snow piles up and then it's snowmen and snow angels and frolicking. . . followed by more ice cream and hot chocolate while you drip dry.
I'm almost back on track; I can see the end of this fork in the road I've been on and I should be in New England just in time for the white stuff coming down!
Will I invite you?
Well, hell, of course. Bring your mittens. I've been living in the desert and I've never had the chance to be in a snowball fight.
DUCK!
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