The scene: A dark, quiet bedroom in a cozy little apartment somewhere in the frigid Northern tundra (a.k.a Canada)
The time: 6:45 a.m.
The alarm goes off. A weather report on the radio echoes through the bedroom.
A woman, still half asleep: Did he just say 'snow'?
A man, looking out the window: No.
The woman: You're lying to me, aren't you.
The man, after a pause: Yes.
End scene.
Wednesday, November 21, 2007
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Perfect! Laughed right out loud, but then I can ... I grew up 'just' south of you in the frigid almost northern tundra of Michigan. :)
Tell me you guys played hooky on your first snow day and bundled under the covers.
/hugs
I wish. No rest for the wicked.
And there's even more snow this morning. I am seriously contemplating hibernation.
So jealous! I wish we had snow. Stupid freezing rain.
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