Sunday, February 12

It's All Downhill From Here

Dare I tempt fate and possibly gravelings by mentioning what a fantastic string of Saturdays we've been having? We've been sleeping in, hitting the gym like a couple in stage three roid rage, cleaning and laundering the bejesus out of everything, then vegging out on free cupcakes and movie marathons. There's been spontaneous dancing in the halls, nostalgic jaunts through slide shows, and more tickling than I care to publically discuss.

Tonight, a good 2 or 3 inches of icing snowed down on our proverbial cake and I'm really hoping it all flash-freezes the city tomorrow and, more importantly, Monday. Hell, right on into Thursday of next week would be just fine by me. In fact, as soon as I finish this post I'm going to do another snow dance and sacrifice a squirrel in hopes of pleasing the snow gods.

I think I know just the chair-eating fucking squirrel for the job...

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

yay!! public tickling! seriously, what's better than that :) oh, i know - snowboarding!!!

dwb said...

the squirrel is like "wait, get one of me from the left....and try to fit in the f'd up cushion"