|See the frost? Frozen as Rudolph’s backside.|
I hate to complain too much at you, but there is nothing in this world quite as tragic as leaving your Harry and David gift basket in the car overnight and having the delicious, fresh pears freeze harder than my aunt’s Aquanette’d hairdo.
Not that story you just saw on the news. Not that commercial with the abused dogs. Nothing.
To make it worse, the fruitcake was fine.
Oh the humanity! Farewell, pear clafouti! Hello, candied green cherries.