I know I sound like a broken record, but ENOUGH with winter! Yesterday morning we woke up to it snowing AGAIN, and even though I knew it was coming, I was still pissed. Winter is just too damn long in the great state of Utah. Winter is fine for December and January, but then I am done. Done, done, done and done.
You know what would be really sweet? To live some place where when you wake up in the morning your boogers haven’t turned to concrete in your nose from the insanely dry air. That would be rad. Picking those things out is not easy, people. They get so bad that it hurts to flare your nostrils the littlest bit. Think of it as trying to pry off a piece of wax that has been sitting for way too long on a sensitive surface. I’ll let you come up with your own sensitive surface. It should probably be one that is covered with hair.
Speaking of hair, the winter weather has not deterred Jack from digging deep into the snow, finding a turd and then rolling his hairy body in it. He surprised me with a poop neck just this afternoon. Here’s a picture Rob took of him in the summer. Don’t feel bad for him because we’ve exposed his secret to the world. I’m pretty sure he could care less. Considering he is rolling in his own poop, remember.