Didn't Much Like the @#$%^& (*) Walk Home

Okay, so walking home through Beverly on the South Side Irish parade day wasn't a hot idea. In fact, it went something more like this:
Holy @#$&**! Are you kidding! That's cold and I'm hungry! @#$%^$*** .... &(@^#&#@^%$%$#$@# **** .... mother#&$*%@# ***** !! (Hey look, Uncle Daniel!) @#$%, @#$%, @#%^, @#$% ******!!!

On the other hand, the Higginses know how to throw a party--My First Live Music That Wasn't Dad--and their house sure felt warm and snug after that walk through Siberia. Um, Beverly. Is it spring yet?

* Brutally Cold
** Smokes
*** Golly, look at all the green sparklies those girls are wearing on their faces.
**** My gosh, it sure is cold out here!
***** Look at that!
****** Neato, neato, neato, neato!!!