Short on sleep, long on happy!

So, I was sulking most of the week because it turns out the Mr. Gore was not willing to assist in our efforts to drive back Winter.  Apparently he gets paid a ridiculous amount of money to make public appearances.  He advised me that the cost to bring him into play was a sum which was "unattainable in my lifetime."  He went on to state that we should not be driving such a distance, in any case, due to the carbon emmissions such a lengthy drive would cause.  When I asked if we could instead borrow his private jet he hung up on me.  The man has no sense of humor, apparently.

So, that left me with no options, and Kimmie was trapped until we were finally able to pull off a late night rescue.  This involved missing quite a bit of sleep...

...a lengthy drive to rendevous at a Whataburger in Paris (Texas, not France)...

...and praying that our van wouldn't throw off an already squeaky serpentine belt.

In the end, I finally got my Kimmie back home safe and sound. 

I am worlds happier, but MAN am I tired.

Love you Kimmie, welcome home.

You and me? We're not friends anymore.

So, it's looking like Kimmie might be snowed in tomorrow...

I've decided that Old Man Winter and I are not currently on speaking terms.  If you happen to see him, you can tell him that I won't be speaking with him or sharing my jello until he agrees to let my Kimmie come home.  Don't get me wrong.  I love snow almost as much as I love Christmas, but this is taking it a little too far for my liking.  I really thought we were friends, but he has crossed the line.

Of course you know, this means WAR.  I will be striking back at winter at my earliest convenience.  My plan is simple.  Global Warming.  That's right, I will assault Old Man Winter with the only power I know to be stronger:  

That's right... Mr. Al Gore!  

Gore's power to produce hot air remains unrivaled in the universe.  If anyone can save my Kimmie from the dreaded winter onslaught, it's YOU, Mr. Gore!  Together, we will engage Winter in an unprecedented battle royale.  Old Man Winter will never know what hit him.

VS

Faced with the might of Gore's glory, I expect Winter will reconsider his path, perhaps turning his foul, frozen breath on more familiar territory, such as Windsor, Ontario, or Fargo, North Dakota. 

I'LL BE WATCHING YOU, WINTER!! 

YOUR MOVE, OLD MAN!!!

I have a FOLLOWER!!  Hello, follower!  You're such a cute wittle follower!  Awe, wook at da wittle follower, followin' me...  Wha's your name, hmm?  Wha's your -    ...Oh, it's Kimmie!  HI, KIMMIE!

Work in progress

I spent the last few days working on something for my fiancée, Kimmie.  It's really a multi-faceted something, but it all goes together.  I can't really discuss it here, because she may end up reading this and I want her to see it before hearing about it.  I'm hoping it will make her happy.  She's been in Oklahoma these last few days visiting family and she won't be back until Saturday or Sunday.  Unless, of course, mother nature decides to be cruel and snow them in.  Then I would expect to see her  a little after the first spring thaw. 

...I miss her so.