Hoth Stuff

(To the tune of “Hot Stuff“)

Sittin’ here hearin’ my snowed-in neighbor
startin’ their snowblower that stalls
Shoveled out my plowed-in, buried driveway
glaring at the snow as it falls

Living in some Hoth stuff, baby, this evening
I mean some Hoth stuff, baby, tonight
Don’t want that Hoth stuff, baby, this evening
Gonna have some Hoth stuff, gonna have to shovel all night

(Apologies to Donna Summer)

Winter Depression Fashion Secret

2-panel strip


Winter Depression Fashion Secret

A woman in a bathrobe with very messy hair and bags under her eyes looks in the bathroom mirror and sticks her tongue out in dissatisfaction.

Too blah to wash your hair?

Don a warm hat and pass your bed-head off as hat-head!

The same woman enters a cafe from a snowy outside, removing a winter hat and smiling and rolling her eyes wryly at her hair as if at to say, “Winter hats, what are you gonna do?” An attractive man smiles and waves at her.