It was bound to happen, but I just allowed myself to believe otherwise. I’ve lived on this boat many years now and it hasn’t been all pina coladas and flip-flops, but SNOW?! The fireplace is for getting toasty on a chilly Maine evening in August, not survival from freezing to death. It’s just all wrong. Wrong, I tell you. Wrong. That is all.
(Note: Mark took this picture because I refuse to go outside. Obviously.)
(Note: Of course, Mark has not put me in danger of freezing to death. Perhaps, I exaggerate for dramatic effect. Sorry, Mark. But it’s still wrong.)