Thank you all you neat Louie Louie Lasses … and a few Lads as well … for understanding how difficult it is to get the Lad to listen …
Okay, now, let’s see … I knew the Lad’s mom and she never short-changed him with a wool sweater. A little heavy duty cotton maybe, but … my poor Lad is simply looking for an excuse to have everyone feel sorry for him being born in Feb. What the heck, I was born in August and THAT is hot.
Notice how I left off the brr up above?
I figure that if the good lord had known of the Lad’s birth one cold winter morning, He would have given a party and let the celebration warm up all the attendees. Hmm – seems to me I recall his mom saying just that …
Never you mind, Lasses of the world, this Lad has plenty of attention and warm socks and even gloves for his ever busy fingers. Now if I can just figure out how to separate us long enough to cook dinner …