Silver Thread

You know the game. You’re close, you’re getting warmer, you’re hot! You took a wrong turn, you’re cold, no, back up, come here, you’re freezing!

Hot: The trip with my brother. Good times.

Cold: The camper was a first-rate POS.

Hot: We got to go to lunch together.

Cold: It was KFC.

Hot: They gave us extra hot wings at no charge. Double hot.

Cold: We were still two hours north of home, coming back empty handed.

Hot: We found some flooring that my brother had been trying to find at a ridiculous price.

Cold: We stopped by the record store and felt like outcast losers. Neither of us even knew where to begin looking for new music. I think I’m finally at That Age. I went and rifled through the Traffic albums.

Hot: My poo story was queued and published while I was on the road.

Cold: It was yet another poo story. Sorry, everyone.

Hot: The Bulls and Celtics were playing Sunday afternoon and a friend came over to watch with me.

Cold: The channel wouldn’t come in very well and then died completely in the middle of the game. It didn’t come back until this morning. I even missed Once Upon A Time!

Hot: Jennifer Morrison, which is why I watch Once Upon A Time.

Cold: 6 dickgrees at my house this morning.

Hot: The fire in the wood stove at my house.

Cold: I had to leave it and go to work. Lukewarm day coming up, folks.