You don’t need a weather man to know which way the wind blows

Yes, kids (and I do mean “kids”), we have a winner. It looks like jcwinnie will be taking home the grand prize. And, boy, is it ever grand. Whooo. If I told you how grand it was, you’d just fall over dead with jealousy. Man, is it ever a grand prize.¹

¹This offer void in the 48 contiguous states and Canada. Subject to severe restrictions throughout the rest of the known universe. Grand prizes may be substituted for something less grand (such as a laurel and hearty handshake) subject to the whim of Ink Well management and its subsidiaries. Whining about it is clearly prohibited in the terms you agreed to when you started reading this blog. What do you mean, “what terms?”?? The terms that have been on file for the last 9 months in the bottom of a locked filing cabinet stuck in a disused lavatory with a sign on the door saying ‘Beware of the Leopard.’ Some people just don’t know where to look for things. If it had been a moose, it would have bit you. Like it did my sister. Well, if I had a sister. But wouldn’t that be cool? If you had a sister, how could you resist slathering moose bait on her and dropping her off in the woods, just so you could say that a moose once bit her. Mind you, moose bites can be pretty nasty…