An Emerging Theme

The inside of the frosty storm door is fast becoming my favorite blip location. From the time that I open the front door and the 20°C interior air collides with the -10°C glass of the storm door, I have exactly eight seconds before the view to the outside is completely obscured. I can wipe the frost down using patterned strokes and then wait for that to frost over. The possibilities are endless.

I spend time outside scooping chiseling the enormous amount of dog poop out of the snow ice and then I come in. I take the trash down and then I come in.

Thank heavens for this laugh today, otherwise I would be tearing my hair out. Who knew that the right hat could brighten up someone else's day too?