I know it's the holiday season because my Starbucks cup told me so..

and I ate my weight in homemade salsa in Texas over the Thanksgiving holidays, but the wind and the weather is making me feel more like this..

"I know there's more snow up in Colorado than my roof will ever see"... maybe.. but it's going to be 19 degrees for our drive next week from Nashville to Cincy. So I know the snuggly is heading our way.

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Everyone is Creative

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