My Scooby Snacks is Froze

Here inside the voodoo bungalow it's a little chilly, not just because of my natural frosty disposition but because it's something like minus 44 out there tonight and no caulking in the world is going to keep that from getting in a girl's duvet. And if you don't know what a duvet is, you're a lucky person and should just keep your good luck in a small golden box and look at it fondly, perhaps stroke it gentle-like, every once in a while.

Entering Day 8 of the "all about me and the kid home locked up at home alone" show. Hanna Barbera did not make enough Scooby Doo episodes to get me through this one. Ruh-roh, as they say.

Oh, Janey, dear: shuttit about how I shoulda known better.