Oh the weather outside is frightful … 102 degrees. But the fire is so delightful … in the BBQ grill at least. And since we’ve no place to go … at least not until it’s time to pick up Gregory … Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow. Don’t I wish!
Okay. I admit that the above may seem like a non sequitur, but hang with me for a moment, there’s a perfectly reasonable explanation.