In a week and a half, I get to go see Goofball for the weekend. Since we haven't seen each other for 4 months, we're both very excited. The only snag is that, in order to go see him, I have to physically change location. This means that I will have to enter the territory of one of my oldest foes.
Winter.
In southern California, we manage to stave off this dreaded beast with smog, car exhaust, forest fires, and failing all else, heaters. But elsewhere does not fair as well as we. If I am to go a'visiting, then I will need to be ready for combat.
And believe me, I SHALL be prepared.
It is just waiting to snatch the poor innocents unaware of its powerful clutches. You know them - those people that like to go outside in the snow, who volunteer to make snowmen, those people who snowshoe for fun. Them. The rosy-cheeked masses permanently corrupted by the icy-fingered ice personified as a smiling snowman. Don't believe those coal-black button eyes- it's just a front for the cruel being that resides inside. Know why snowmen always smiles? Because they know that you are getting frost bite.
So people of the Internet, send me your warmest thoughts - if I can't get conquer the winter for the weekend you'll never see another blog post again.
1 comment:
what's this nonsense, winter is amazing. you get to drink tea and wear sweaters all the time. plus, all the good songs are winter songs.
i'm not helping, am i. okay, okay, warm thoughts:
um. riding bicycles, wavery roads, beige things. dr. seuss trees? fuzzy blankets, fuzzy kittens. and tea! always tea. is this working?
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