Tonight, we’ve decided to party like it’s 1999. Even though it’s as cold as penguin’s beak, we’re collecting the purple rain and letting nature freeze us up a grape frosty. If for some reason we cross paths this evening, just call us by our name sign: the degree mark °.
Also, you may wish to tag this post as a reminder. If you by chance happen across any sour fruit in the new year, squeeze the juice together with a little sugar and make yourself a popsicle…or a goofy smiling snowman depending on your crop tonnage.
Happy New Year!