Nothing can stop me when there are pine cones around. NOTHING. THROW ME A CONE! Um, thanks. CONE CONE CONE CONE CONE CONE CONE CONE Look. I let you clean my toes. I wore the potentially-humiliating Flashdance-style sweatshirt. I’m wearing the damn booties. GIVE ME MY CONE I do love this snow. Even though there…
It’s a Mad, Mad, Cone Shaped World
Shrine to Cones
The Maine Event
It is ALWAYS a good thing when a package arrives addressed to me. Always. And packages addressed to me ALWAYS smell good. From the outside. That’s how I know the packages are for me. I have this amazing nose, you see, it’s just a simple biological fact. WHOA! PINE CONES!!! I thought this package smelled…