With bright hope, clean ascot, remained by the telephone that refuses to ring. No one ever has a good Twist Party anymore.
Saturday
Wondered if they still make "the gum that squirts."
Tossed phone through window.
Sunday
Prepared for major snow and ice storm. Sent wife south to safety; braced for crushing week without "Put it on HGTV."
As five-to-nine inches began to fall, watched "Dinner for Schmucks," much to my horror. I'd neglected to hoard Schmuckburgers and Schmuckstreusels and Schmucktack.
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