Frosty Fridays

Painting by Shanti Marie

Edna:  Margie, I heard on the news that stupid groundhog saw its shadow.  I tell you what, whoever thought letting rodents predict the weather was a good idea needs their head straightened out.  That means we've got at least a month's worth of Frosty Fridays before spring makes an appearance.  How should we spend them?

Margie: Frankly, I'd like to spend them in Florida but it's even been cold there in recent years. We could move to Hawaii where we'd never be cold. Other than those two things? Drink rum toddies day and night I suppose. 

Edna:  Sounds like a plan, sister!  Maybe you should knit us up a couple of Snuggies, too.  I'll take one in purple.

Margie: Let's go sit in front of the fire, sister, while I knit. I'll even sing "Purple Rain" for you. What fun! I feel warmer already!

Margie: Edna, I always look forward to this every year. We sit in the parlor with our cordials and exchange gifts. It's very pleasant.

I decided to get you something useful this year. No lotions or creams or Polident for you. I'm giving you a gift of the one thing you have never experienced.Are you ready? Here it is, sister.

Edna: Here's your gift, since you're always complaining about your gout.  Although, I wonder if that would work as a how-to manual?

Margie: I hope so. I wouldn't have to buy you any more gifts for Christmas.

Edna: Margie, you're a regular Scrooge. Just for that I'm not going to give you that designer Snuggie I bought for you over to the flea market. I got it for you in camouflage so you can sneak up on the gentleman at the VFW.