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
