Needles and Pens

I have no idea who wrote this poem, but it was just so appropriate with my raging cabin fever, I had to share it. I received it in a forwarded email, so if you happen to know where it originated, please let me know so I can give credit to the author. ;o) Minnesota Poem It's winter in Minnesota And the gentle breezes blow Seventy miles an hour At twenty-five below. Oh, how I love Minnesota When the snow's up to your butt You take a breath of winter And your nose gets frozen shut. Yes, the weather here is wonderful So I guess I'll hang around I could never leave Minnesota 'Cause I'm frozen to the ground! ~ Author Unknown

The other day, my friend and I were sitting in her sewing room working on projects and I said to her, "I never want to live in a vegetative state, dependent on some machine and fluids from a bottle. If that ever happens, just pull the plug." She got up, unplugged my sewing machine and threw out my Pepsi....