At first, we ran. We played. We threw snowballs.
Now I want to swallow a gnat.
I want to wear bermuda shorts.
I want to play golf and get sunburned.
I want mosquito bites, melting macadam, and poison ivy.
Heck, I’ll even welcome a tick.
The good news is: I won the bet for how much snow we’d get this winter.
The bad news is: I won the bet for how much snow we’d get this winter.
I’ve spent the past three months at my desk, writing while it snows.
I’ve got a wicked case of carpel tunnel syndrome and very poor posture.
If I don’t get outside soon, I will turn into a hunch-backed, brittle crone.
** PLEASE DO ALL YOU CAN TO CAUSE GLOBAL WARMING. **
Thank you.
Love,
Lynn
Published on February 19, 2014 02:00