If Only I Was this Lucky

Maybe I should give credit to where it belongs but I can't help but laugh everytime I see this.

While Google or Blogger or whoever is reviewing this is reviewing it I'll pontificate upon the real meaning of Christmas. Too late... I like the cold and slick roads. I like family nearby but not too close as they tend to clean up my messes without asking. I like mowing down pedestrians in the crosswalk between the Post Office and the Court House. One old guy thought I was aiming for himthis afternoon. I was not! I was aiming for the car that pulled out in front of me. But I missed both anyway. I hate it when that happens.