With such balmy temperatures, the local corner stores do a brisk business in slushie drinks. I'm not kidding here -- the convenience store at the Husky station had a giant sign on the sidewalk that advertised their ice-cold "Cold Sucks".
Here I am with my brother, Doctor Destructo, relaxing in the back yard with our slush drinks. It's thirty below in a sheltered spot. At least our slushies won't melt before we finish them.

