Rose is Rose by Don Wimmer and Pat Brady for January 25, 2025

Me and my wife. I’m with you, Jimbo.

Nothing is more beautiful than a winter wonderland scene viewed from inside a nice warm house.

Maybe if you opened that heavy blanket Rose, you would get warmed by that toasty fire.

All those jalapenos and you can’t handle a little chill.

Rose, why not just cuddle up with Jimbo,..it’ll be a lot warmer.

Snuggled together in a single sleeping bag.

I am Rose and Rose is me

The y-chromosome’s definition of romantic kicks in.

Ah, yes, the ol’ temperature sensitivity differential between spouses, but with a nice new extreme and outdoorsy twist.

Jimbo, the romantic.

I so relate to Rose.

I would love to be able to sit by an outdoor fire in winter—but I would probably be like Rose. I’d be as close to that fire as I could safely get!

Maybe if Rose had the mug in her hands.

Not enough layers Rose. Polar tec (fleece), wool, gloves, hat. And as others have commented, snuggle up to Jimbo.

Rose loves Jimbo and the outdoors. But she has a strict time limit.