Forty-nine degrees Fahrenheit. In February. In Michigan. It is a beautiful thing. We all know this as a one-off— the perfect hit single from the upcoming album that will ultimately consist of ice-cold garbage. You won't remember the name of the record or the band, but you will remember that one song. Tomorrow the mercury will . . .
Off-Topic Puppy Chat
As the first month of the new year, which I am having a hard time deciding when something transitions from fresh to plain and unspecial, comes to an end, I have a thing or two to report.
Speaking of new things that have lost their luster almost immediately-- we got a puppy. In my mind, I had visions of sitting in a big . . .