Nothing can stop me when there are pine cones around. NOTHING.
THROW ME A CONE!
Um, thanks.
CONE CONE CONE CONE CONE CONE CONE CONE
Look. I let you clean my toes. I wore the potentially-humiliating Flashdance-style sweatshirt. I’m wearing the damn booties. GIVE ME MY CONE
I do love this snow. Even though there has been way too much of it this year. Yes, it’s cold. Yes, it’s inconvenient. Yes, it means I have to wear the dreaded booties. But it’s quite lovely, especially early in the morning once the sun has come up but most of Philadelphia is still asleep. Oh, and thanks for the cone!
Love,
Bogart
