The Sunday Evening Post

Baby, it is cold outside!

Fortunately, I won't have to go out anymore. Hot coffee and the pictures from the week

(maybe a sweet potato or two as well).

We bid farewell to one of our neighbors who collected junk cars and left them parked in the 'hood with flat tires and oil spills.

We sure will miss you.

Speaking of oil spills...

R posted this photo of brown mashed potatoes-served in a swirl.

This spud is not for you.

Have you ever been part of a group text messaging and you are not participating in the conversation, but you have to get all the texts involved from everyone else?

Here are the 51 messages awaiting my wife between her sisters.

Hot cookies from the oven-

Way better than a bun in the oven.

Our son has an enthusiasm for learning-

and a giant flesh-eating bird of prey behind him!

Run, M, run!!!

What the flip-flop?

Turns out I missed the night they were serving up coffee at M's school.

I also missed the fire personnel responding to put the home economics oven fire out.

School is a lot more exciting these days.

If anyone sees this cat, call the number at the bottom.

(Or run it over.  Either option is a sound one).

I am kidding.  Sheesh.

Valentine's Day took us to the Han Dynasty Chinese Restaurant where I had cold chicken in chili oil.  It was grand.

We have been watching the TV series Fargo, so when I had to drive through a snow storm, I was a little creeped out.  Fortunately, no flying fish or hit-men were spotted.

These wild ones waited almost two hours to grab some grub at Momofuku's in NYC.  I hope they got to try out the steamed burgers.

Single digits.

Another February and cabin fever looms.

Why didn't Mom have me vaccinated?

Skype visits with people like this are always helpful during bad weather.

I like my coffee bold, but my point in taking this picture was that I often find myself on one side of the spectrum or the other.  I need to learn to hang the middle a little more.

I broke bread with coworkers down at Po-Boys in Milton.

Muffaletta.

Mardi Gras is right around the corner and then 40 days of lent.

I grabbed a cup of joe and found this next to the creamer.  After a little research, I discovered that it was an ad for a pinup poster that draws attention to how great pitbulls are as a breed and how they are being mistreated and abused.

My brother owned a fantastic pitbull named Chloe Sue.  So if you like animals and photogenic women with tattoos, look no further than 

"Pinups for Pitbulls".

See you next week.