Now that's cold.
Which reminds me of another "dad" story. So dad had diabetes and he and his buddies decided to enter the raft race and build a big ol airplane to race in the raft race...out of barrels they weled together and wood fashioned like wings...and anyway, they won most creative and donated thier wins to the boy/girl scouts chapter. But dad had a sore on his big toe and it wouldn't heal and it grew worse by going in the river so it needed to be amputated. Well, the time had come that he was retiring around the same time and his buddies were throwing him a roast...well, dad took the time to make sure he had prepared for his speech when it was his turn. At the end of his speech, he reached into the podeum and took out a glass jar with something floating in it, he said he knew everyone had known that he had gotten a sick toe that the dr.'s needed to cut off and he wanted to leave his secretary something to remember him by...well, then he said, he changed his mind and reached in the jar and popped this thing in his mouth and ate it. Well gasps and groans were heard...but the only thing that I knew that the rest of the crowd didn't...was that dad took all week trying to figure out how to make a toe and he used different things until he came up with the perfect match and carved a potato to look like his big toe.
The man was a genius...dimented...but a genius.
It's so cold all the squirrels have froze and look like hanging tree ornaments.
