Although this guy doesn’t care much for winter, I have to tell you, I would trade what he’s got for what I have.
Eighty degrees in November. I have the windows open and the ceiling fan on. Cripes! It’s November, the ninth eleventh month.
I don’t even have weight in the back of the pickup truck (sans stars-n-bars, Howie). What’s the point? It will just get wet when it rains for Christmas.
What’s a Wisconsinite to do?
