My van was an icebox this morning. I gotta say, it isn’t pleasant to drive a poorly insulated vehicle with no heat in just above freezing weather. But it does get me driving a whole lot less. It also has me daydreaming about driving down the coast for a month or two this winter. I think that’ll be my next little stint. Anyone wanna go to Mexico?
November 8, 1984: Bundy writes about his daughter during a recent visit to see him.
I hope all is well with you, Eddie and family. I haven't heard from you in several days and I'm a bit concerned. Cold, clear weather has finally come to balmy Florida. Fall is here. It's icebox cold in the place I live. The steel and concrete hold the cold all day long. I got to see Margot last Sunday! This was something of a very pleasant surprise. Not only didn't I expect to see Margot during the trip of hers to Florida, I didn't expect to see Carole, Rosa or Jamey until after Thanksgiving. However, it is possible for someone in my position, who being "disciplined" to be granted a special visit. We thought Margot's trip to Florida from Seattle qualified as a special circumstance so last week Carole and Margot went to see the prison superintendent, who agreed to the special visit. We had six lovely hours together. Rosa has changed so much in the four weeks since I last saw her. The major difference is that she is really talking now. She won't stop. She's like a beautiful little parrot. All day it was "Daddy" this and "Daddy" that. She was very much into talking to me and generally trying to keep me to herself. "You stay here, Daddy". she'd say when I'd tell her to get back to Carole, Margot (Gamma) and Jamey. I was as pleased and delighted as I could be. Margot is enjoying herself, spending her days with Rosa, and evenings with Carole and her friends. She made Rosa a Raggedy Ann costume for Rosa for Halloween. She (Rosa) looked adorable. As much fun as she is having, I know in a week or so she'll be ready to get back to her house and garden. What happened in the election? I heard it was a Reagan landslide, God forbid. Please send me all the clippings you can on it and a damage report. My love to you, Eddie and your family. — Ted". ( Credit to:
“Cold! Cold cold cold! COLD!” Adrien practically flew away from Marinette’s touch. “God, Mari, why are you hands like an icebox!?”
“I dunno, but I think I’m starting to like it,” she said, a playful smirk lighting up her face.
Adrien started backing further away. “No. No, no, no, nope, no thanks, no.”
“C’mere, kitty, kitty,” she cooed, closing the gap between them in one quick leap, her hands outstretched. Adrien’s yowl filled their house when her hands pressed into his face, his neck, and even under his shirt. His attempts at escape were unsuccessful.
“I hate you,” he muttered, a pout on his face.
“Aw, love you, too, handsome,” Marinette responded, patting his face. He scowled and narrowed his eyes at her, but she only laughed as she drew him in for a hug. “Ah, nice and warm.”
This curse makes people go away. It’s quick and easy, and strengthens with numbers.
Take the person you want to make go away, write their name six times on a sheet of paper, tear it into six pieces (so their name is now on six seperate shreds). Put it in a Tupperware, fill it with water, and pop it in the freezer.
I know this curse to be powerful and effective, and I’m not saying we should curse Donald Trump, but I’m saying that we should all curse Donald Trump. The more people who join, the stronger the effect should be. If you want examples I can give them.