Jack Frost Biting Off My Nose
It's a brand new year, filled with wondrous possibilities, lofty goals, and really cold wind. Thanks to me wifey, all parts of my body (except my nose) are protected against the elements while riding my scooter to-and-fro around the wintery Valley Of The Sun.
My hands are now neatly enclosed in my fancy wind-proof gloves, like toasty little cocktail weenies waiting to be pierced by a party toothpick. I am also sporting a new riding jacket, valued at $100 that was acquired at a recent "going-out-of-business-everything-must-be-sold-total-liquidation-incite-public-panic" sale at the local Mervyn's for the low, low price of $30. It is also wind-proof, aerodynamic, and includes a built-in toaster oven and panini sandwich press. It's a site to behold.
While it isn't snowing here in Arizona, it is still quite frigid. Especially when driving a scooter, exposed to the elements. I'm glad it doesn't snow here. Otherwise I might go crazy and start playing Monopoly like my brothers:
