I just want you to know that you're an evil prick, and I hope the mosquito population greets you warmly. Asshole. I was at the cottage last night. Couldn't even get in. The snow is roof-height on my 88 mirage, and there's a solid bar of ice a foot thick across the bottom of the house door. The lake ice is over a foot thick, and the trout have gone deep. Pesky little perch is all that's catchable.
