More Snow, Less Garden, More Penguins in Backyard
Despite another round of snowfall today, the airport being open, Mr. Bitterman returned from vacation, surly, cranky and not in the mood for much of anything other than humming an angry version of "Inka Dinka Doo."
Modern Aviation, It Seems, Does This to Everyone
Since we were once again stuck in the house (pretty much, it's not really that bad despite the cries of "White Death From Above!" by the TV weather folks), Mr. Bitterman decided to entertain us with various impersonations of his relatives.
Mr. Bitterman has loosened up considerably since his arrival, thanks to two bottles of "Golden Gobel" and a cigarette he found in downtown Denver. (I tell you, I cannot control the man.) Plans are to begin germinating seeds on Easter, seems like a good omen, then move them to the "Little Corporate Farmer Genetic Modification and World Domination Seed Starting Tray." We'll let you know how that goes. By the way, Mr. B asked me to leave you with one last impression. It brings down the house at family gatherings, it seems, to the point where the target of the satire grumps and humphs and threatens to take his ball and go build a wall around the family.
Crazy Uncle Don
I must admit, this is my favorite.
Goodnight, Mrs. Calabash, wherever you are.