From 70° F To Two Inches Of Snow

And ain't it grand. I'm taking the day off today, so's Cindy can go interviewificate for a job. Yes, it snowed, and it might snow more, and I would be miserable, but I'm getting over a pleasant little head cold that the baby gave me, so I wouldn't be able to get up to much anyway. Here's some pictures, for the express pleasure of your eyeballs.

Here we see Killer Kowalski taking on The Great Beanpole in a no-holds-barred couch match, for the belt. I think Killer might have won, either with an open hand slap to Beanpole's face, or a well timed knee to pills.

Same hat, this time backwards, and one of my vests. I'm thrilled that he's started to dress himself, but the things he chooses to wear are just a little "off."

I made the paper, which according to Peter, means I've "Made It" in this community. Of course, my name doesn't appear in the caption, so I'll be recognized as "That scruffy bastard on the rugby team" when I'm out buying some milk. Also, I have no scanner, so this is a picture, of a picture, that wasn't very clear to begin with. I look much more dashing in person.

No senryu, but the WOTD today was "cum," so write one for yourself. (Get your mind out of the gutter, it's a combiner, as in "with the kids, we have a living room-cum-pigsty.").