Just consider Wolfgang, myself, Pied Piper....and even Clinton...as potholes to negotiate as you drive

Ok, I'll do that, Bill. It'll be fun! ANd talk about synchronicity - as we speak, the two feet of snow that's fallen over the last couple weeks here is quickly melting in the bright afternoon sun. So my son and I spent a good deal of time navigating our way around the biggest, darkest, deepest, iciest, absolutely filthiest potholes of the season yet. (Hee hee!   Sure you ain't a psychic, Bill?)

In fact, some of those potholes are causing small lakes covering half the road, threatening every vehicle and passerby. So our little excursion did take a bit longer, but hey. We were out for the sunshine, fresh air, company and exercise anyway. Hardly noticed 'em in fact, except to make a bit of extra fun!

And next time I encounter those deep dark icy filthy dangerous potholes, I'll be sure to remember you fondly, Bill. And Wolfgang too, and TIA ... and ... look, look! They must be her co-workers!

Hey let's name that one Bagpuss (after the ripped up bag floating in it) ... and *egads* this really reminds me of Clinton's grandfather's dog's asshole ... and .... and ....