The other day, Matilda and I were taking her daily constitutional before I had to dash to the office, each daydreaming of our next weekend trip to the house in the mountains (not until November 14th!). All I have to say to her is “Poconos!” and she starts jumping around like a bunny and yelping these cute little “Aroo-roo-roo” sounds at me. This is a picture of my darling doggie in the snow at our house in Pennsylvania:As we were walking, we encountered a MINI Cooper parked in a cordoned off section of 43rd Avenue. This, some of you may know, is the only car I’ve ever coveted. (If given an absolute choice, I’d say, No car at all, thank you! Like I need one more freaking thing to take care of.) However, there was something special about this MINI. Or, perhaps “special” isn’t quite the right word:Antlers, folks, can you see them? Massive horny antlers tied to the roof of this otherwise perfectly adorable MINI. Now, stay close as I maneuver you through the twisted passages of the thoughtways of my mind. Walking with my cute dog… thinking of antlers tied upon a cute car… there was a chill in the air… and we arrive at… I’ve been humming “You’re a mean one, Mr. Grinch,” to myself all week. And, I can’t shake the sneaky suspicion that I’m going to get a MINI Cooper S for Christmas.