SeeThe Past

Buddy:  What are you staring at, Merci?

Merci:  The past.

Buddy:  I've heard of seeing the future, but you can see the past?

Merci:  Yes, it's called memory.  I am remembering when I was young and beautiful.

Buddy:  It's okay to be old - I'm old and white haired - but you'll always be beautiful. 

Merci:  What are you doing, Buddy?

Buddy:  I think I'll just sit here and see the past with you.

Happy 14 or 15 Merci

Taylor:  I thought yesterday, July 22, was Merci's 13th Gotcha Day and designated 14 or 15th birthday.  Why are we celebrating today?

Merci:  It's okay.  You cats needed to do a fishy flake review.  I wasn't planning to leave for the bridge yet, so I didn't mind waiting an extra day.

Buddy:  Come on, everybody, let's sing for the birthday girl!

     Happy birthday to you- owooooh.
     Happy birthday to you - owooooh.
     Happy birthday, dear Merci - owooooh.
     Happy birthday to you - owooooh.

Merci:  Thank you, but it would have been okay to leave out the howling, Buddy.  My old ears can't handle those high notes any more.

Buddy:  And my old voice can't sustain the notes.  Good thing Jan didn't bake you a cake.  You'd probably pass out trying to blow out the candles.

Taylor:  Since we're posting on Saturday, we thought we would join Athena for her Caturday Art blog hop.

Buddy:  And what better art to play with today than Merci's birthday card?  This is a sketch. 

Taylor:  Thirty seconds after Jan made these changes, she had completely forgotten what she did to get this effect, so we're calling it Merci's Hippy Pic.

Buddy:  That can't be spelled right.  Merci is not hippy.  I think you mean Merci's Hippie Pic.

Merci: Or my green ear phase. 

Buddy:  Whatever it's called, we're happy you're still with us.  We hope to celebrate again next July.

Split the Difference

BUDDY:  I think we should fire Jan again.  She has clearly not learned a lesson from previous firings.

MARCUS:  Why, what did she do this time?

BUDDY:  I asked her to please take a photo of Merci miming STOP with one paw raised for a special post.

MARCUS:  Oh, that's what Merci was doing.  I thought she was trying to stop Jan from taking her picture.

BUDDY:  A simple photo to take.  But did Jan do it?

MARCUS:  Uh ... I'm guessing no?

BUDDY:  Anyone can see that Merci is short.  A human would have to get down to Merci's level to get a picture of her with raised paw.

MARCUS:  To be fair, Jan has creaky joints.  Perhaps she couldn't bend that low at the time.

BUDDY:  Don't defend her, Marcus.  She failed miserably.  Look at this picture and tell me you see Merci's paw.

MARCUS:  Do I have to?

BUDDY:  *shakes head* Of course not! 

MARCUS:  I think that photo is a lot better than the other one.

BUDDY:   There's another picture?  Perhaps we can use that one.

MARCUS:  I don't think so.  Jan cut off Merci's body and her nose.

BUDDY:  Yes, we should definitely fire Jan.  Or at least dock her pay.

MARCUS:  We can't dock her pay - we don't pay her.

BUDDY:  That's because we don't have any money.  If we did, we would pay her for all the things she forgets to do, wouldn't we?

MARCUS:  I suppose we would.

BUDDY:  Then what's the problem?  We'll just dock her what we haven't paid her.  She can't remember what she had for lunch.  She won't remember how much she doesn't get paid.

MARCUS:  How about we split the difference so I can order a new soccer ball?

Merci is 13 or 14

RUSTY: Oh, nooooooo, not again!It's Merci's birthday/gotcha day and we forgot to prepare a post.

SAM:  Well, Jan has been distracted lately.  And if she's distracted, we all suffer.

RUSTY:  Yes, we're lucky she remembers to feed us when she has something on her mind.

MARCUS:  Does that mean she has a small mind?

CYNDI:  Probably.  She only has room for one major thought at a time.

MARCUS:  Can we order her a larger mind so she can worry and still remember to feed us?

BUDDY:  I don't think it quite works that way.  I've only heard of small minds and narrow minds being popular. Anyone know where to order a larger size?

SAM:  Ahem, does anyone remember why we are doing this emergency post today?

CYNDI:  Oh, right.  It's Merci's assigned birthday and her real gotcha day and she is ... um, she is ...

RUSTY:  She is a young and lovely 13 or 14 years old.

MERCI:  Gee, thanks, guys.  I hope Jan remembered a cake.  There is a cake, isn't there?  Jan never remembers the cake!

Cyndi and Merci Stunnyfarmer

Merci:  Wow, we are walking on air today.

Rusty:  Why?

Cyndi:  Because someone finally sees our true beauty.

Marcus:  How would one do that?

Merci:  We received an email addressed to Jan Stunnyfarm today.     

Cyndi:  It had to be addressed to us girls.

Merci:  Imagine.  We're now the Stunnyfarmers.

Sam:  You're nuts, you know.

Cyndi:  Why? 

Cameron:  Because the email was addressed to Jan.

Merci:  Yes, but it was sent to our email address.

Cyndi:  And everyone knows guys aren't stunning, girls are, so it was addressed to us.

Micah:  Did you happen to notice where the email was located?

Merci:  No, who cares where it came from?

Percy: You should.  It was in the spam file.

Cyndi:  I wonder what it was doing there?

Buddy:  It was in the spam file because it was selling Viagra.  

Merci:  Oh, we must have overlooked that.

Cyndi:  Hey, guys, you won't tell anyone about this, will you?

Devil Dogs

Merci:  I don't know what Jan did but she sure made us look like devil dogs today.

Buddy:  This is an old photo of Merci and me in the back seat of Jan's car.  Or it was before Jan accented the edges.

Merci:  I believe this was was taken just before Buddy climbed into the front seat so he could learn to drive.

Buddy:  Yes, I wanted my driver's license and I would have gotten it too, if Merci hadn't wimped out on me.

Merci: Wimped out?  You tried to kill me.  And that was without the motor running.

Buddy:  I did no such thing.

Merci:  You wanted to drive sitting backwards in the seat so your ears would tan evenly or some such dumb idea. 

Buddy:  Merci, you have the worst memory.  I have never tried to kill you.

Merci:  Let's let readers decide for themselves with a link to The Driving Lesson.

Guilt and Innocence

UPDATE:  Oh, dear, we did it again.  We auto published our post and forgot one of us has a birthday today.  It's actually not Merci's birthday; it's her assigned birthday.  Jan signed her out of the local animal shelter on this date back in 2003, so this is her birthday, gotcha day and prison release day all rolled into one.  We love you, Merci, and the Funny Farmers wouldn't be the same without you. 

And now back to our regular post while we hound Jan for forgetting again.


Percy:  I just came across this old photo in our archives.  What did you do wrong, Buddy?  I can't remember.

Cyndi:  I remember this photo.  We posted it in 2012.

Micah:  This was before my time.  I'd like to know what you did wrong, too.   

Buddy:  I didn't do anything wrong.  I was framed.

Merci:  Who framed you?

Buddy:  Sam did.

Sam:  I did not frame you!  You were guilty!

Marcus:  Does this mean every time I'm accused of doing something wrong, I have to write an apology?

Buddy:  No, Marcus, don't write any apology notes.  They'll follow you forever, even if you're innocent. 

Sam:  You were not innocent. You shredded Merci's bed, scattered the stuffing and tried to blame me.

Rusty:  If I remember correctly, Sam, your excuse was you were innocent because you don't dig in bedding.  However, you have been known to eat your bedding.  Did anyone check the bed for teeth marks?

Sam:  Hey, whose side are you on, Rusty?  Did anyone check the bed for nail impressions?  I should have called 9-1-1 and asked the police department to send a nail investigator out.  He would have proved Buddy was guilty.

Cameron: What's a nail investigator?  Is he related to a fingerprint technician?

Buddy:  Yes, I believe he's a first cousin.  But I should have called 9-1-1 and asked them to send a teeth impressionist.  Or is that a tooth impressionist?  He would have proved I was innocent.

Cyndi:  That was a long time ago, guys.  It doesn't matter any more.  Personally, I think you should have called and ordered a pizza.

Sam:  Hey, that sounds like a good idea.  Let's do it now.

Buddy:  Okay, but who's paying for it?

Merci:  I think it should be whichever one of you was guilty.

Sam and Buddy:  That would be -

Percy:  Why don't Buddy and Sam just split the bill? 

Let Us In

Merci, Sam & Marcus

Sam:  Hey, Jan, you gonna let us in?  It's hot out here?

Four Pees in a Pen

Buddy:  Marcus, I called you here because Merci, Sam and I need to have a talk with you.

Marcus:  Okay, but can we make this short because Jan promised to play soccer with me soon.

Percy:  Hey, why are you dogs huddled in the bathroom?  It's awfully hot in here.  Why don't you come out near the fan?

Sam:  We're holding a private meeting, Percy.  Just us canines.

Micah:  There's no such thing as a private anything around here.  Hey, Cyndi, Cameron and Rusty, come in the bathroom.  We're having a meeting.

Merci:  A private meeting.  Private!  You cats weren't invited but now there are so many bodies in here it's like a sauna.  I think I might pass out.

Rusty:  Don't hit your head on the tub if you do.  It could make a nasty bump.

Buddy:  Okay, we're not going to get any privacy, so let's all move into the living room.  Perhaps there's a little air moving in there.

Cyndi:  What's so important you dogs wanted privacy?

Sam:  If you don't mind, Cyndi, this is a guy thing.

Cameron:  Oh, okay, Cyndi and Merci, you can leave.  The rest of us will have a meeting.

Merci  I am not leaving.  This concerns me too.  And, Cyndi, don't you leave either, since the rest are staying.

Buddy:  As I was about to say, Marcus, you are growing up and we need to have a talk about pee -

Marcus:  Oh, I already know about pee mail and pee spam.  Can I go play now?.

Buddy:  Pee etiquette.  We need to have a talk about pee etiquette, Marcus!

Sam:  Do you remember how you used to follow us around and imitate whatever we did?   You were so cute then.

Marcus:  Thanks, Sam.  I appreciate the talk.

Merci:  Sit down.  We haven't started the talk yet. 

Buddy:  A month or so ago you began the transition from puppy pee-er to adolescent pee-er.  It was kind of cute.  I lifted my leg and peed ON the doghouse that all of us except Rusty hate.  Directly behind me, you lifted your leg and peed INTO the doghouse.

Rusty:  He did what?  He peed in my cathouse?  No wonder it stinks in there now.

Sam: My size prohibits me from lifting my leg, but one day while I was watering the dirt, you walked up to me, lifted your leg and PEED ON MY LEG!  That was the first time.

Buddy:  And you have done the same to me.

Sam:  It was bad enough to have a little squirt ... well, squirt us, but we understand that Sunday morning when Jan walked you and Merci together, you did the same to little Merci.  She's a GIRL.

Merci:  A gentlemen dog does not pee on another dog, especially on a lady dog.

Buddy:  Listen very carefully, Marcus, because I am about to impart one of the most important life lessons you will ever learn.  NEVER, NEVER, NEVER, EVER PEE ON ANOTHER DOG!  Pee etiquette demands that you WAIT UNTIL THE DOG HAS MOVED BEFORE YOU TRY TO COVER HIS /HER SCENT WITH YOUR OWN!!!!!

Marcus:  Okay, I hear you.  Can I go play now?

Sam:  *sigh*  Yes, you can go now Marcus.

Merci:  It went right in one ear and out the other, didn't it?

Buddy:  I'm afraid so.  Evidently hearing isn't dependent on having extra large ears, as Marcus does.  There needs to be something between them.

Percy:  Oh, we almost forgot again.  We are trying to help a friend find a puppy.  Does anyone know a good breeder of AKC Yorkie or Westie or Toy Poodle puppies in the West Central Georgia area?  We would be much obliged if someone could help direct us toward one with good references, perhaps from personal experience of someone you know.

Green Bone and Noms

Sam:  Come on, Jan.  Get coordinated so you can take a picture and we can have the toy.

Marcus: Sam and I want the new toy now.  Jan is making us wait.

Merci:  I don't care about toys any more, but it should be interesting to see who ends up with this one.  Sam might be bigger, but Marcus is younger and faster.

Micah:  I'm just here to watch the dogs' photo shoot from a distance.

Buddy:  We received a package from Bartley's with a toy and some treats. The toy is an eco-friendly West Paw zogoflex Hurley.  It's non-toxic, recyclable and supposed to be a guaranteed tough tug, float, bounce, chase toy. We've never seen a bone that color but it should be easy to find when Marcus misplaces it.

Sam:  Three guesses who grabbed the toy first.  You should only need one.

Merci:  Hey, Sam, you should come get a closer look at this before Marcus shreds it like he's done to all our toys.

Sam:  Why does Marcus always end up being first with everything?

Merci:  I think it's payback.  You used to do the same thing to Buddy.

Marcus:  Well, I've chewed it, bounced it, flipped it, shook it, hit Jan in the ankle with it, and it's still in one piece.  It's time to have a serious talk with it about my expectations.  I can't be losing my touch!

Buddy:  The toy has a reputation to uphold for the company, Marcus. It's supposed to survive an encounter with you.

Marcus:  This is what the treats look like.  They're Zuke;s Jerky Naturals, the tender turkey recipe. Let's see, they have turkey and herbs, potatoes, tapioca, maple syrup, molasses, carrots, apples, blueberries, sunflower oil, etc.  Grain free with no artificial flavors or colors.

Sam:  So when do we get to taste them?

Marcus:  It better be soon!

Merci:  I'm keeping my distance.  These guys play rough when there's food involved.

Buddy:  Marcus was not happy Jan gave me the first treat.  Notice Marcus' nose right below my lower jaw. 

Sam:  Jan was trying to give me the second treat.  Look who's trying to push me away.

Marcus:  Ha!  As you can see, I'm not the only one who's pushy.  Jan is trying to give me a treat and both Sam and Buddy try to steal it.

Marcus:  We  gave Jan a headache with all the blurred shots of us moving so fast to steal treats.. But it ended on a quiet note.  No screaming or bloodshed.  Just some nibbling on Jan's fingers as she tried to make me take the treat  gently.

Merci:  We all enjoyed the jerky treats.  They sure were good.  

Marcus:  I'm a bit disappointed in the toy.  It should have shredded under my assault tactics, but it's still in one piece.  Let me work on it some more. 

Sam:  You do know Marcus is only disappointed in the toy because he hasn't been able to shred it, don't you? We would like to thank Bartley's for the samples to review.  They only sell products made in the U.S. and every time you shop you help sponsor a rescue dog.

Buddy:  We were not paid for this review and any opinions expressed are our own.

Buddy Mini Mess

Buddy:  When I was a pup I kept the area around my bed so neat and organized, I started a bedmaking school to help others learn the basics of housekeeping.  When Mini Me AKA Marcus first came to stay with us temporarily, he was a young, impressionable pup and I am proud to say he has been an A student.

Marcus:  Thank you, Buddy.  I am proud to be your Mini Me.  I love keeping my area clean and neat.  Here I am a few weeks ago playing in my (borrowed) neat and clean crate.  I've since outgrown it but it was fun to retreat inside away from the mess the other dogs make. 

Buddy:  As you can see, everything was in its place.

Percy:  And what place would that be, Buddy?  It looks like a mess to me and the other cats.

Marcus:  I take exception to that, Percy.  Would you like to borrow Jan's reading glasses so you can see the photo better?

Percy:  No, thanks.  I can see it fine.  I can also remember Marcus dragging our cat toys into the crate before he shredded them.

Merci:  I remember sharing sleeping quarters with you, Buddy.  You weren't happy just making a mess on your half of the bed, you'd mess up my half too.  It always looked like a family of baboons wandered through and left their trash strewn about.

Buddy:  I never!

Merci:  You always!  And this winter while you and Marcus slept in luxury, Jan covered the crate to make me a warm cave to sleep in at night.  I could never get comfortable because of all the lumps in the bedding.  If that's what you guys think is gold star bedmaking, you obviously slept through the course.

Marcus:  I thought this post was supposed to be a positive one about me and my mentor Buddy.  He taught me everything I know about being neat and clean. 

Buddy:  Just look at how organized Marcus kept his crate.

Merci:  I hate to break this to you guys, but, Marcus, you're not a Buddy Mini Me.  You're a Buddy Mini Mess.

Marcus:  Thank you, Merci. I'm so thankful Buddy saw my potential and took me under his wing ... er, paw.

We are joining Pepi Smart Dog for Thankful Thursday.

And co-hosts Ruckus the Eskie and Love is being owned by a Huskie for Thoughtless Thursday.

Chewing Thoughtfully

Buddy:  We received a package of Newman's Own Premium Dog Treats and Jan's been too stingy ... um, perhaps I should say too busy to open the box so we can have some.

Sam:  But we prevailed.  She finally grabbed the treats and outside we went.  But she's so slow setting up for photos. 

Merci:  Here's Marcus waiting impatiently.

Marcus:  Come on, come on, come on. 

Sam: This is what the treats look like.  We asked for the small size in hopes we can finagle more out of Jan at a time.

Buddy:  They are chicken flavor. They have no wheat or corn.

Merci:  The listed ingredients are: organic barley flour, ground chicken, blackstrap molasses, carrots, apples, chicken fat (naturally preserved), rolled oats and rosemary extract.  No additives or other ingredients.

Buddy:  So, we finally get to taste test.  I'm not making a face here.  I'm chewing thoughtfully.

Sam:  Chewing thoughtfully means he's thinking about chewing more biscuits.

Merci: I'm licking my lips. 

Marcus:  I'm showing my hips.

Sam:  Who cares about your hips, Marcus?  This is a food post.

Marcus:  Well, Jan took a picture of my hips, so I'm showing them!

Marcus:  Here, this is better. You can see my face.  I'm waiting on seconds.

Merci:  You are not waiting on seconds, Marcus.  You are waiting on fourths.  Or was that fifths?

Buddy:  Seconds.  It was seconds, Merci.  I know because I was counting too.

Sam: You were not counting, Buddy, you were chomping.  It was fifths.  *eyes open wide*   Oh, I see what you're doing.  If we're waiting on seconds, Jan should give us more.  *wink, wink*  I gotcha.  It was definitely seconds Marcus is waiting on.

Buddy:  Hey, Jan, where are you going with our Newman's Own dog treats?

Sam:  Oh, well, we tried.  Maybe next time.

Buddy:  We would like to thank Chewy.com for providing us with a sample bag of treats to taste test. We all enjoyed them and wanted more.  We were not compensated for writing this post and any opinions expressed were our own.

Sam and Dr. Seuss

Sam is out of costume again.  (l-r: Micah, Cyndi, Rusty, Sam, Merci, Cameron)

Rusty:  Today we are celebrating the birthday of Dr. Seuss.  If he were still alive, he would be ... um, well, older than Jan!

Micah: How old is Jan?

Merci:  She's ... I'm not sure, but she's been around longer than any of us.

Cameron: Sam, we need to have a serious talk with you about your choice of hats for this annual celebration.

Sam: There's nothing wrong with my choice of hats for any occasion.  *glare*  I am always dressed for the proper occasion and this occasion is cold!

Cyndi:  It's good to be back in color again.  I felt so plain yesterday.

Cyndi in black & white

Cyndi:  Hey, you guys promised after Sepia Saturday, I'd be back in color.  But my colors are missing again.

Micah:  You were in color for Dr. Seuss Day, Cyndi.  And now you're in black in white for Black & White Sunday.

Rusty:  You're a pretty girl in any color - or lack of it, so just enjoy the extra attention this weekend.

Cyndi:  Do I get paid extra?  There's a cute outfit I'd like to buy.

Merci:  Paid?  Are you joking?  Oh, of course you are.  This is also Sunday Smile day.

Sam:  Something had been chasing deer away and the culprit was caught on video.

Cameron:  And wait till you see who was doing it.


If the video doesn't play, click here.

Join Nola the Dachshund and Golden Sugar for the Black and White Sunday blog hop. 

Cyndi Lost Her Colors and Rusty

Stop! Hold the presses! We interrupt this pre-scheduled post with important breaking news!

Today is Rusty's 10th birthday.  

How has this oversight happened?  One guess.  Yes, Jan never turned the page of the calendar to notice this important date.  And now Rusty feels overlooked - again.  Jan, you've got to either slow down or rent a memory.

Rusty, we apologize for being late and having to add you to this post.  We really do love you.

Aw, after we posted this, Rusty received a card from our friends at Love Is Being Owned by a Husky.  Thank you!

And now for our pre-scheduled post. 

Cyndi

Cyndi:  I'm a calico.  What happened to my beautiful colors?

Buddy:  Don't worry, Cyndi, you still have them.  Jan helped us make this photo in sepia, which doesn't show colors.

Cyndi:  Oh, well, you look the same in color or in sepia.  I didn't realize I'd look so plain.  When do I get my colors back?

Buddy:  Monday, I guess.  Tomorrow is Black & White Sunday,.

Cameron:  Tomorrow is also Dr. Seuss Day, so you'll appear in living color again, Cyndi.

Cyndi:  Okay, but if I don't, I get to paint my colors back into my picture, right?

Merci:  Of course, Cyndi.  *taps Cyndi's shoulder with comforting paw*  I'm sure this must be traumatic for you.  Why don't we go into the kitchen and ask Jan for a special treat to help you cope today.

Cyndi:  Good idea.  Maybe she'll tell me what she did with my colors.

Bloggers, come join the Sepia Saturday blog hop hosted by Ruckus the Eskie.

Dream Treats for Winter Storm

Buddy:  Before we start today's post, we'll update you on the weather.

Yes, the ice storm did arrive in Georgia, as you already know.  We have been getting rain for a couple of days and the bare tree branches were glistening with ice this morning, but the winds, snow, sleet and ice won't actually hit us until this evening and will last into tomorrow. Emergency personnel in the state and county have been preparing.  We hope this will not be as bad as predicted, but evidently those north of us are already in icy conditions with falling branches and trees. 


Anyone in the path of this storm - and we know a lot of our blogging friends are - we pray you will have electricity and heat and will be safe!  Do check in via your blog, by email or on Facebook to let other bloggers know you are okay.  Others will pass the word along. 

 

Sam:  Hey, guys, I thought we were ready for a walk, but look what I found by the door.

Marcus:  What is it?  

Sam:  Hmmm, let's see.  This is something called Wysong Dream Treats. They're supposed to be a power nutrition treat, starch free, and made with real raw quail that's processed without damaging heat.

Marcus:  Real raw quail?  You mean there's a fake raw quail?

Sam:  I don't know, never thought about that. I'm just reading the package. It has organic blueberry and barley grass, chia seeds, broccoli, sprouts, carrots, plums, sea salt and probiotics. 

Marcus:  But if it has all those things in it, shouldn't the bag be giant size?

Sam:  Well, there aren't whole vegetables or fruits in treats. Just enough to make someone like Jan happy to serve them to us but not enough to make us complain about becoming vegetarians.  Besides, if there's raw quail in them, who cares if they've got veggies and fruits?  .

Marcus:  I wonder who ordered these for us? 

Sam:  It has "The Thinking Person's Pet Treat" on the package, so we know it wasn't Jan.  I wonder who we know who thinks?.  Oops, did I say that out loud?  Sorry, Jan.

Percy:  Those smell good.  I want one.  I don't care if they are treats for dogs.

Sam:  They're not just for dogs, Percy.  They're for dogs, cats and ferrets.  And they have taurine, something you cats need in your food.

Percy:  Oh, I'm disappointed.  It's more fun to steal from you dogs.  But I'll try it anyway, if Jan will break it for me.

Percy:  Ummm, good.  It's filling so I don't think I can eat more than half, but I'm sure going to try.

 

Rusty:  Yum, yum, yum.  This is tasty.  I don't think I've had qual before.

Merci:  We're not looking at you, Jan, and we're not speaking to you.  You should have taken the photo five minutes ago so we could have had a treat by now. 

Sam: I'm giving you the evil eye, Jan. Do you feel guilty yet? 

Buddy:  guess Sam's evil eye worked.  Jan did finally let us taste test the quail Wysong Dream Treats (they also come in chicken or rabbit) and all of us cats and dogs, enjoyed them, so guess that is an 8 paws up vote. 

We would like to thank Chewy.com for providing us with a sample bag of the treats.  We were not compensated for this post and any opinions expressed are purely our own.

Green with Envy

Buddy:  Yesterday we posted a snow scene in color and also in black and white.  Sasha, Sami, & Saku from Kitty Korner wrote, The photos are very nice...but we thinks they would better if they were green. Sigh...can you tell we is all tired of winter?

Cyndi:  Well, we know how you kitties feel, so we decided to post a green snow scene just for Sasha, Sami & Saku. It makes us feel a bit better about the weather too.  Thanks for the idea. 

Green-for-spring snow scene

Merci:  We hope all of you in the path of the latest snow and ice storm will be warm and safe!  We saw the Atlanta weather report today.  Snow and ice is expected there this this week and the weather might be worse than the last storm they had.  So far, it doesn't appear their weather will come this far south, however, it seems as if anything goes this winter. 

Cameron:  We want to leave you with a smile so I asked Jan if she could make me green with envy.   She did.

Cameron is green with envy