I found a little poem for all of you Michiganders:
It's winter in Michigan
And the gentle breezes blow,
70 miles per hour at 52 below!
Oh, how I love Michigan
When the snow's up to your butt.
You take a breath of winter air
And your nose is frozen shut.
Yes, the weather here is wonderful,
I guess I'll hang around.
I could never leave Michigan ,
'Cause I'm frozen to the ground.
Too true!
I had no idea she was coming, or I would have tried to do something impressive. 


I don't recommend it.
I could never part with Spectro. Isn't he cute?

Don't worry, I learned my lesson though! (Hopefully 