Hows stig?
We had snow on Hallowe’en in Oklahoma City once. I remember because it was Tom’s first birthday, and we’d gone to the catfish restaurant at the end of our street. We came out after supper and it was snowing.
When we were at Mass earlier, it got to be time for the final prayer. Father said, “Let us pray ...” and Frank said loudly,”... for cheesecake!”
The Stig is an awesome roomie! If I leave to get the mail, he hears me coming up the walk and skreeks, “MOM! MOM!” I love it!