The Party's Over

This morning, in 12 degree weather, I cleaned up after the Super Bowl Party held at the end of the driveway. I don't know if the celebrants were Packers fans or Steelers fans. My guess is that they were dressed as nimble-fingered bandits. Two days ago the green clad Packers were my team. Today, being Tuesday, my clean up attire was a fuzzy, bright red, ankle-length robe. For the record, the driveway celebrants enjoyed the chicken bones, but left the parsnip. Apparently they feel the same way about parsnip as Big Guy and Birdie do. For that matter, they also feel the same way about chicken wings. Once the chicken wings are eaten, the party is over, or at least for the raccoons moved to another driveway. There, someone else--perhaps clad in polka-dotted or striped p.j.s--will once again pick up after their party.