Good morning, y’all. I continue to paint slowly, and check the big screen frequently, as we wait for Icepocalypse 2016. We’ve seen a little sleet, and a little snow so far. According to the Whiz-O-Meter at Channel 11 news, we’re about to be doomed to days, weeks, maybe years of
Good morning, y’all. With rumors of ice and snow flying about like moths to a street light, I’m making sure that TackyToo is as prepared as we can be for inclimate weather. Fortunately, I’m making sure my duties keep me inside. I bet I’ve filled the vending machines about four
Good morning, y’all. Cold, cold cold. I think the high temperature for the next few days is freezing, with a chance of snow or freezing rain on Wednesday. Oh, joy! I know I complain about the heat in the Summer, but the heat doesn’t make my old bones ache like
Good morning, y’all. Cold, cold cold, but no frozen precipitation, so I’m all good. I’m working indoors anyway, so I shouldn’t whine about the weather, but I do. It’s what I do. That freezing wind slapping me in the face as I cross over the driveway between Number Two at
Good morning, y’all. A few snow flurries to report, but nothing stuck to the ground. The roads are clear and we haven’t had to go to generator power, so all and all, a good day. The roads provided no problem for Mulva to get over to the Walmart to buy
Good morning, y’all. Well, between having people kick over paint cans that weren’t sitting on drop clothes, and tripping over drop clothes and claiming injury, the Republican Debate potluck was a wild and wooly affair. I’d say that the actual debate was anti-climatic to the chaos that was going on
Good morning, y’all. The cold and the painting persist. Based off of the forecast, as delivered by the Channel 11’s Whiz O Meter, I’m going to be looking for inside jobs for the next week or so. “Inside job”, I like the sound of that, makes it sound like I
Good morning, y’all. I’ve been taking the Reverend Helen Handbasket’s sermon about slothfulness to heart, and using the cold as an excuse to do some inside repairs. Around TackyToo, there’s always something that needs painting. So in the interest of saving my immortal soul, and because the Bread children have
Good morning, y’all. Well, I don’t know where you are, but here at TackyToo, it is cold. How cold is it? I checked the Coca Cola thermometer on the outside of the Rec room and it says 20 degrees. Uncle Bud’s body says it’s much colder. How cold? It seems
Good morning, y’all. I’m trying to ignore the bitter cold that has penetrated our little mountain hideaway. I must report that I am not being very successful in that endeavor. They say it’s in the 30’s but the wind makes it feel like the teens. I think we’re just a