Flow, looking at your buds makes me want to go golfing but it's only going to be seventy seven today. Did I just write that? How insensitive of me while so many of my brothers suffer through another winter. Fear not, it will be around thirty for our lows the next few days and highs only in the fifties, now I'm going to have to put real pants on and shed the shorts and tee shirt.
And the last shall be first...I finally know what that means. My first stone of 2012, I'm gettin' my wake and bake on now as I write. My last bit of colombian is my first buzz of the new year. Tis a bit bittersweet and has a helluva' kick.