|Anyone seen a cement guy?|
|Can I offer you some Eyeball Punch?|
It’s been a long year.
|Last year's B.Y.O.P. |
I’m just not ready to open that box again.
I guess I'm a little afraid of what's still to come.
I'm scared of the mystery that winter holds for me and my new body. Shoveling, salting, stepping through snow. And other obstacles I've yet to imagine.
|Matt salts my messy sidewalk!|