Hello! It’s me.

This is the kind of one-sided broasting I enjoy after a good ole-fashioned bath. No chestnuts to roast over an open fire, but Jack Frost is nipping at my nose. It’s brisk here in the Pacific Northwest! Arctic air is blowing out of the Fraser River delta. I deal with the issue by trying to transfer as many frozen pieces of garden soil under Mom & Dad’s bed as possible. You should see how fast “terra roxa” thaw once secured under their bed. Oh to have a viable glebe to harvest during the Holy Season!

I asked our intrepid readers to forward images of a corn ship, following Dad’s epic #fail with the spell check. Two readers had nothing better to do with their time than to dazzle #dashnation readers with improbable images.

The first image comes to us from loyal reader Judy.

That’s some unbelievable stuff. Somebody actually had to visualize that in order to create it. I can only wonder what else is rattling around in that mind #chupacabra.

The second image comes to us from my Aunt.

I’m not completely sure what is going on there, but those little nibblets are going for a ride, amirite?

Dad tells me I am about ten days away from an “epic journey”. I don’t know what that means, either, but if I’m being transported in a Corn Ship, I have no worries.