Ice ice baby . . .

"Ice ice baby

Ice ice baby

All right stop collaborate and listen
Ice is back with my brand new invention . . . ."

(don't ask me how I know the lyrics)

Yeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaah Booooooooooy!
That's what I'm talk'in 'bout.

(is that a microphone in his pants or is he just happy to see you?!)

No, seriously. The warm temperatures are melting the snow on my roof. Big old ice-ick-cles everywhere.

I'd normally consider this a sign of spring, but with the whacked out weather we've had this winter I wouldn't bet on it. I can't help but get pangs of excitement though . . . . the thought of sitting on a bike that's actually moving really excites me.

This doesn't excite me.