Nor rain, nor sleet, nor snow...
I was supposed to be in Columbus for dinner tonight. That obviously did not happen! Funny. Twice on these pages I predicted and waited for the approach of White Death and nadda. Twice this week I don't even think about White Death and he sneaks up and puts one right between the eyes. I am soooo not looking forward to the ice they are expecting tomorrow. I mean, how am I supposed to get the cover off of my grill?
Mike Lang