So long, summer

Old Man Winter is slowing showing his frozen face.  I'll be using this picture (one of our lovely & delicious homegrown maters) to pull myself out of the winter blues.  Where's my blanket, it's time to hibernate!

Let me count the ways...

AT&T, how I loathe thee.  With an undying passion.  You are the bane of my existence.

My currently swollen, & probably broken, big toe can attest.  Apparently, when you've exhausted frustration over inferior & insufficient phone service/quality, you turn to the nearest object & kick it.  That object turned out to be a door.

AT&T, I hate you.

Now it's time to slap some frozen peas on my toe & call Verizon.

SQUIRREL!

We have an acrobatic neighborhood squirrel that has taken quite a liking to our bird feeders.  I'm a sucker for cute, furry creatures, so I don't complain too much when he/she stops by for a treat.  Or a meal.  Steve, on the other hand, has suggested we try Squirrel Soup.

Apparently squirrels are quite adept at hanging from tree branches with their back legs in order to get to the bird feeder...

Our ferocious hunters - aptly named Gidget, Guinness, & Brewer - believe their mission in life is to get that damn squirrel.  I'm reminded of this scene from one of the best movies ever created....