Days after the subfreezing weather, New Orleans is once again humid and in the mid-seventies. I love this town's climate. True, they get hurricanes, but you know...you gotta break an egg or two to make an omelet.
Anyway, here's one of my favorite jokes of all time:
A little penguin is driving across the desert when his car breaks down in a small town. He manages to get to the nearest mechanic before the car stops completely.
"Let me take a look at it," the mechanic says, "and there's an ice cream shop next door, if you'd like to wait."
Loving the cold like he does, the little penguin goes to the ice cream shop. He gets a cone of vanilla.
But he's a penguin, right? So all he's got to eat the ice cream with are his two little flippers. Those flippers are no good for eating ice cream, so he ends up with melted vanilla ice cream all over himself.
He goes back to the mechanic to check on his car.
"Well," the mechanic says, "it looks like you blew a seal."
"Oh, no," the little penguin blushed, "it's just ice cream."