inbetween

Its in a giant ice cube tray with mullets. Lots of mullets. I didn't think there'd be that many mullets in a little town.

Now stop that right there. I see you going for the comment button. It isn't a city. 72,406 doesn't a city make. You'll note that the little berg that didn't quite is shrinking. The generally accepted definition of city is a population of 200,000.

I wasn't expecting the smell. Or the ice. Or the smelly ice. Hooo nelly. That was a special smell. And the inch of ice on everything made driving so much more fun.

There was, of course, a turkey dinner. And gin and wine, and Christmas gifts. Kindness and generosity flowed, so did the interesting conversation and the pictures of the cutest baby ever.

All in all, a strange place with strange oozing everywhere I looked. I want to go back, just to really experience the oozy strange.