I hope your eyes have returned to normal after that last parting picture in the last blog  post.  Man…it took my eyes a week to recover 

After 6 weeks of corrupting the Grandkids, and before mom and dad kick us out, we decided to keep them from turning into juvenile delinquents, we had better go.

Brrrr

Besides, as you can see, the weather was taking a nose dive.  We figured we better get the hell out of Dodge.  Speaking of “getting the hell out of Dodge” and “shuffling off to Buffalo”, did you know some people have never heard those saying before?  I used the “shuffle off to Buffalo” once and they asked me if Buffalo was where I lived.  Of course I have never heard the Ohio phrase “shit fire and save the matches”.  That is kind of like a comment you would make when your amazed at something similar to the phrase “holy hoot” or “wowser!”.

On the way home, Gary decided to get rid of his furry face

Fur man

He grew the beard to keep his face warm while in the tundra.  He tried a goatee

So serious

It is kind of weird that he has more gray hair in his beard than on his head.  Well at least we are lucky he HAS hair on his head  

Well it was a pretty boring ride home, as you can tell.  No snow storms, no icy roads, just a few rain storms, not that we are complaining mind you.  It sure beats hitting a deer on your way.

Rain storms are always good on the way home in the winter.  They help clean off the snow, sludge and salt that accumulates while you are visiting the Northern Icy Lands.  Even the cat enjoyed the ride home.  No barfing, pooping or peeing on my coat…..which I was most grateful for.  You can see below Smokey is very comfy in his little bed, glad to back where he can chase his Florida Mice

Home again, home again.  Are we there yet?  Are we there yet?

When we arrived home we checked the place out a little bit, making sure nothing had changed.  But look what we found

Our old buddy

Our little buddy the frog that survived the hurricane has obviously had a problem.  He has turned GREEN

Green Frog

I see someone was busy while we were gone.  Do you think the green suits him better?  I think he enjoyed being a frog of a different color.  But he does still look content to sit on that rock.

We did made it home just in time for New Year’s Eve.  Smokie jumped on the couch and assumed his normal position

What you lookin at Willis?

Then his second favorite spot is

Am I blocking your view?

For New Year’s Eve, this was my drink of choice.  I am told it is called an Irish Butterfly.  Good drink for an Irish lass, don’t ya think?

1/3, 1/3, 1/3.  Yummy, but you can only have one

That night we enjoyed New Year’s eve around the pool

Pool side drink

and said a prayer for all you people stuck up north.  Ya all stay warm now, ya hear?