What, did you crush someone's evil sister or something?

Being able to see out your windows isn't nearly as important as restocking the beer fridge in case we get dumped on again.

This place is making me cold just looking at it. By the time I get in there someone better have hot cocoa ready for me!

When I'm in trouble, my parents make me sleep on the spooky house.

Your neighbors are jumping fire and each other, do you join in or tell them to shut it like a mean old spoilsport?

This looks incredibly cozy for the winter. Just as long as those pesky Brandywines don't stop by and eat all my cheese.

Kevin

Snow's not heavy, it's like clouds! My roof is fine. Does it seem damp in here?