And don’t you eat that yellow icicle. Seriously, don’t eat it. I wouldn’t even walk too close to it, there’s a good chance it will fall onto you and kill you to death. And no one would ever know how you died because the ice would melt and the evidence would disappear.
Holy big, right? I couldn’t even fit it into the whole picture, it’s so big.
Tilt your head 45 degrees to the right, that’s a 2 story icicle, son. It kicks your baby icicle’s ass. It’s an FBI: a Fucking Big Icicle! Super cool.
Got lots of work done today, I have only 6 more quilt blocks to sew. AND I took out 4 enormous bags of recycling that have been sitting around since last year. You read correctly: LAST YEAR.
OH, and I started a wee knitting project too. So there! (Gosh, I love Knitty! KISS ME KNITTY!)
Did you ever read the short story (title and author long forgotten) about the women who murders her husband using a frozen leg of lamb to bash him over the head, then puts it in the oven. It is ready to serve as the police are there investigating and she offers them dinner. As they’re eating they are commenting that it looked like he’d been hit with a heavy object… Great fun!
xoxo
Ice Ice Baby…….