The first to arrive

Kim hit the road today to start our yearly retreat to Vermont.  She had to (wanted to...extremely sick of me at this moment or possibly forever) abandon me because of an appointment we set up for the house long ago.  I have to stay behind and work.  To what end I don't know.  I could just stay here forever and work I guess.  She might like that but my dog would not because if no one else loves me she does!  She is also on her way to the cold, cold world of Vermont.  If Lola really knew where she was headed she would scream 'turn around mom!  That snow is too deep and too cold for my puddie head feet!'  I think that could be turned into a song:


Snow

It's sooo deep
On my puddie head feet
What could mom be thinking
Pretty soon I'll be shaking and
Freaking and looking for heat

Oh my puddie head feet
Oh my puddie head feet
But what can I do
I have puddie head feet

Turn around now
I don't need no stinking plows
All I need is my nice Sagaponack heat
for my puddie head feet

Chorus