The clock is ticking. The Burnetts need to get the hell out of New England. The word “hell” is intentional. Because hell is warm. Just saying it warms Mel up. It almost snowed on us this morning! Greg is monitoring the weather every 4 hours. However, the path between the US and Bermuda is apparently…
Mel wrote the title of this post this morning, shortly after her ritual of ascending the stairs to the saloon and sussing out the visual and emotional atmosphere of the day. Sometimes she sees a gloomy overcast. That means Lazytime. Sometimes, she sees sunshine. That means Funtime! Fluffy clouds? Workin’ Time. This morning? Garbage. Hooray!…
Mel hasn’t written much lately. Her fingers are frozen. She recently went through the exciting experience of learning something new. What did she learn? This phrase, which she has shared with those who have expressed concern about their current location, is absolute BS: “We lived ten years in Minnesota. We know what it’s like to…
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