Cabin Porn - Bring on the winter storms, with a big enough pile of peat, and a couple of cases of brown beer, I could endure a long time there.
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I am hoping that Fredd (our fellow blogger) survives his Christmas visit to Aunt Sally and her famous bill of fare. Spirits of Ipecac with a charcoal chaser and Tums might be all that saves him. Good luck, Fredd. If you don't make it out of Houston, I'm sure that LSP would say a few words over your coffin. Maybe a reading of the Charge of the Light Brigade and some scripture. We could round up the Dallas Light Cavalry (Irregular) for a 21 gun salute to send you on your way to Valhalla. If Mrs. Fredd doesn't object, we could steal a rowboat and launch it down the Brazos on fire to give you a fitting ending. I can only hope that the obit is premature.Meanwhile at the White House, the celebration continues: