I will say that pic is a hell of a lot more pleasant to look at that than your hairy chest.
For some reason, I am entirely NOT hungry for pie all of a sudden. Awesome pic, though!
Damn, Wisconsin winter sounds brutal! I guess you save money not having to buy ice for the beer though..
One year I lived in an upstairs apartment, and the fridge was broken. The hall with the stairway was unheated... I was able to leave my beer and milk on the steps about halfway up so it stayed cold, but didn't actually freeze. Another year I got a great deal on a half-dozen turkeys right after Christmas, and just plopped 'em in the snowbank outside the shop. I got a little sick of turkey after a while, but I was not hungry all winter. Adapt and overcome!
WHOA! that's crazy to see the snow packed up on the door like that.
It really does happen. Not so much in Central WI, but up north and in the UP... yup.
Call it daddy juice around here. Little one saw me drinking whiskey and decided it was apple juice. All I said no its daddy juice. Luckily I try not to do that around them and make sure not to leave it within their reach. No drunken children to report. :thumbup:
When my daughter was about 3 she saw my gin & tonic on the table when I was in the other room and apparently thought it was a 7up... by the time I could say, "No, baby! That's for daddies!" she had taken a big ol' swig

Naturally, she spit it out forthwith :barf: . The angry/surprised/grossed-out look on her face was priceless, and of course she got mad at me for laughing. Poor little rascal didn't mean any harm. That was the last time she "stole" Daddy's drink, and the last time I left an adult beverage within a toddler's reach
Farewell, Nelson Mandela... May he rest in peace.
:thumbup: He was certainly an interesting and historically important human being. Not quite the saint some make him out to be, but who is? When I was in high school in the late 80's, I had the pleasure of becoming friends with a "colored"* exchange student from South Africa... pretty fascinating (and disturbing) to hear her point of view on what was going on there.
Please don't misunderstand... *"colored" is
not my term... that was the official designation on her ID card. Seems pretty strange and wrong to us now (as it should), but at that time, yeah, people in that country were "classified" in that manner. :thumbdn: