Being snowblind can tweak your perceptions, so you might think you see a ‘pussycat’ snow couple, llamas, or other frozen concoctions

The continued snow leads to freeze ups that include snow creatures, doorbells and possibly even cows:

— I tawt I saw a pussycat, I did I did. That’s what I initially thought I spied when viewing two snow creatures on deck at Hop & Barrel, like quite odd for the season, a mom and pop enjoying a flowery drink under a big umbrella, and that night sighting a possible llama . (Not even at Dick’s for a corporate event), but near the front porch of a home in old town Hudson. Gotta lay off the sauce, even if they’re just margaritas, and the hands-off status includes tampering naughtily with that crushed snow angel, even to “help,” that I saw in the snowbank along Second Street.
— After many recent technology freezeups, the question was posed online: Which smart doorbells survived the harsh cold, in case your drunken ex shows up unannounced after bar time and the nightly temps have dropped? Hopefully by April its ding, ding, ding. The same with the door to our 24-hour storage space. Need some extra chairs and heaters and such at the last minute before your after-bar party?
— The gist of a multi-faceted tragedy told on the late night TV news was somewhere between thin ice, cows, and maybe snowmobiles, on multiple days. I’d had a couple of beers, so I kinda forget the details. What’s odd is that the potential calamity occurred way into western Wisconsin. Not enough news of the weird in the metro?
— Then there is the recently rebuilding Hudson Tap, which was just a couple of months ago Rio Loco cantina, with that sign of the new name already looming big on the second floor wall, and an 8-11-inch paper flyer on the door that says their new design and club will be (opening soon). Can’t take long as the sign is already up. But in the meantime, to supplement down the street, the former Stone Tap that had advertised for restaurant space to go along with a condo project, is now host to a venue called Fiesta Cancun, if only having THEIR sign over one of the two doors.

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