Happy birthday to my dear wife and best pal Mrs. Sausage aka Kim. Today you enjoyed a horse ride and dinner with family. I love you so much and now that you are a cougar (45) I hope you are glad to have a young(er) sausage link to share your bed with tonight.
Love, Mr. Sausage...
THEY CALL ME SAUSAGE FINGERS
Saturday, December 11, 2010
Friday, December 10, 2010
Autumn came today in Florida, a leaf fell off a tree
SNOW!!! We want to see snow.
That was the answer to the question "Hey boys where do you want to go for Christmas."
Most of you know that I was born in Dundee, Scotland aka home of cold and wet, my family emigrated to Florida in 1982 and since then the idea of cold, wet and snowy was just a faded memory of my youth.
Living in Florida has many advantages, weather being the paramount and not shoveling snow a close second.
This is the time of year for us Floridians to gather around the ceiling fan and watch our northern cousins from NY, NJ, PA and other assorted "Cold-ish" places slip and slide and shovel and moan. "HA HA HA HA" is our usual response as we belly chuckle at the 200 cars sliding around I-95 like a drunk reunion of stars on ice.
This week is the first of the year for long pants down here and I actually had to turn off that ceiling fan, although Mama Hot Flash is a conundrum of temperatures most Floridians are now freezing at a cool 60 degrees.
The holiday is now booked and the Sausages will be Christmasing first in Connecticut and then in the BIG APPLE. Today I will be shopping for hats, gloves and scarves for the first time, hopefully we will see snow and we will probably freeze our Florida asses off. Having mastered 4-wheel beach driving I now have to figure out how to drive on ice and snow - yikes that scares me the most, as well as ordering at a N.Y. deli counter casually perusing the menu options while being bombarded with "forgeataboudit" touts from behind.
I even offered a Hawaiian getaway but the allure of more sand and surf has grown tiresome with the wee sausages. Oh well northbound I go out of the Sunshine State and into the frozen wilderness. It was nice knowing ya........
That was the answer to the question "Hey boys where do you want to go for Christmas."
Most of you know that I was born in Dundee, Scotland aka home of cold and wet, my family emigrated to Florida in 1982 and since then the idea of cold, wet and snowy was just a faded memory of my youth.
Living in Florida has many advantages, weather being the paramount and not shoveling snow a close second.
This is the time of year for us Floridians to gather around the ceiling fan and watch our northern cousins from NY, NJ, PA and other assorted "Cold-ish" places slip and slide and shovel and moan. "HA HA HA HA" is our usual response as we belly chuckle at the 200 cars sliding around I-95 like a drunk reunion of stars on ice.
This week is the first of the year for long pants down here and I actually had to turn off that ceiling fan, although Mama Hot Flash is a conundrum of temperatures most Floridians are now freezing at a cool 60 degrees.
The holiday is now booked and the Sausages will be Christmasing first in Connecticut and then in the BIG APPLE. Today I will be shopping for hats, gloves and scarves for the first time, hopefully we will see snow and we will probably freeze our Florida asses off. Having mastered 4-wheel beach driving I now have to figure out how to drive on ice and snow - yikes that scares me the most, as well as ordering at a N.Y. deli counter casually perusing the menu options while being bombarded with "forgeataboudit" touts from behind.
I even offered a Hawaiian getaway but the allure of more sand and surf has grown tiresome with the wee sausages. Oh well northbound I go out of the Sunshine State and into the frozen wilderness. It was nice knowing ya........
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