she's not the only one waist deep in snow. wish I could find the vodka I left in the snow.
We do not speak of vodka with flavouring. Notvodka. I lost special. Icelandic vodka, Reyka. I am sure the fat cat that sits under the bird feeder has it. I saw his tracks. It's only -13 today, so maybe I'll go shovel some more snowbanks and look for it.