BY Liz George | Saturday, Feb 09, 2013 9:06am | COMMENTS (8)
Nemo found us and dumped a ton of pretty white stuff, but fortunately no significant power issues (yet), unlike Massachusetts, where 400,000 got their lights knocked out by Nemo.
Is your street plowed yet? Are the kids playing in the snow or heading to their sledding hill (my favorite kid picture — these cute kids having a hot chocolate stand in the blizzard).
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An unopened bottle of Ben Nevis 25-year-old, which you can’t even buy in this country, is calling. All that malty “bite” from the runoff from Highland burns! And the rule that the sun has to be over the yardarm doesn’t count on either cloudy days or those when the temp is below 40.
I’m going to booze it up in front of the fire.
Funny, JG !
All is cozy and warm at Casa de Nellie.
Snow: blown
Sidewalk: salted
Hill: sledded
Dinner: digested
Wine: breathing
I’ve got a bottle of Macallans 18. Poured some in the dog’s bowl. Why the #@% not?
Scotch very bad for dogs. Only because they grow to like it too much. Many years ago in a little bar in Boston called The Bull & Finch there was a retriever mix who belonged to all of the regulars — the last (relatively) sober regular would take him home for the night. His favorite was water, followed by beer, but he was known to take a little sip of Scotch every now and then. The dog’s name was Dewar’s, and I think to this day there is a picture of him down at the end of the bar by the door. Good dog.
Snowblew my mansion and two of my neighbors, then made had a fire made popcorn, took pix and looked out the window at the passing parade and thought about being in PHX just two days ago last plane out.