It's not about the house.

Friday, December 19, 2008

The Christmas Creed

Neither rain nor snow..


Nor sleet nor dark of night...

Shall stay an Irishman from the swift absconsion to his appointed pub.



Have fun, Johnny! I'll have macaroni and cheese waiting if you make it home! Next time, can we move somewhere with a pub that has a ladies room, so I can come out and play, too?

7 comments:

Muskego Jeff said...

Yay, snow. It's not stopping me tonight, either. Roads should be clear by Sat night, just in time for another storm.

Muskego Jeff said...

And holy crap, is that snow coming in around your front door??

ege said...

Well, technically, yes. But the front door leads into the porch, and there's a whole other door into the actual house. The snow never quite gets that far.

(It has to do with the carpet we had installed on the porch. the weatherstripping on the door had to come off because of it. As it is, the door won't open more than halfway, but we don't dare shave the door any shorter for fear of letting even MORE snow in. Then again, maybe we could shave it and then put weatherstripping on. Hm...)

Charlie said...

Awww...he looks like santi claus...

12ontheinside said...

NO! Your local doesn't have a ladies loo? That is a sure beer crime.

Jenni said...

I kinda thought he looked like Santa, too.

Chris said...

He looks like a pissed off having to walk to the pub in the snow santa