Yesterday was hail.
Today, I am wearing my Wooby while reading on the front porch. In June.
Tomorrow will perhaps be a rain of frogs, or the water turning to wormwood in the White River a few blocks north.
(PS: I love my Wooby. Not only is it warm and soft, it is incredibly fun to say. Wooby! Woobywoobywooby!)
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How do you trademark a term that came from a movie? I would think whatever studio released 'Mr. Mom' (the source for the term "woobie") would have first dibs...
That's not a Wooby! This is a Wooby!
By the way, I won't know if I can break free for three days in July until, well, July...
Woobies, hm? Woven from the coat of the Wom Pom fruit, right?
This post is useless without pictures.
Careful what you wish for Tam, it's been known to snow in July at these latitudes. :-)
Good thing you have back-up Woobies. You might need them until it warms up this weekend.
Shootin' Buddy
Tam, I agree with the sentiment. Fortunately, I've got a woobie. Not only fun to say, extremely warm and comfy, but all that in a manly way! :^)
(And we have a massive eight degrees Celsius over here. Raining all day long. Yay... June in Finland. :P Oh well. At least last weekends highest temperatures were somewhere around 28 degrees.)
Tam, you should thank God and George Bush (he caused it after all) for global warming. Just think how cold it would be without it! 49 F here in the frozen tundra of Iowa last night. Larry Weeks
I thought Sahalie was another one of those earth-mother tree-huggin' types.
I don't have much choice for camping gear anymore though. REI is the only store around that sells the good stuff and hasn't gone bankrupt since the winter.
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