Good evening, all. I’m Frida, Mom’s little cat (she has another, who is nearly 19 and a total doofus) She has mentioned me once or twice, calling me a ‘Writer’s Block’, which is not funny.
At the moment Mom is outside with a pickaxe:
|Mom’s Ice Removal Implement|
a snow shovel:
|There has to be a better way to exercise…|
Paddock Boots (designed for winter riding)
|Oh la-la! Ceux sont tellement chic!|
And an excellent vocabulary to use in addressing the Snow plows that come by and bury the driveway just as she has finished shoveling:
|This truck appears to be named ‘You Blasted STINKER!’|
Since she is otherwise occupied, I will simply extend what I know are her wishes for a happy Valentine’s day for all who celebrate it. I regret that all I have is a Valentine she did of me and a friend. But the thought is there.
And here it is:
…oh, dear… She just came stamping in, kicked off her boots and said something through her teeth about writing a fight scene!