Snow. A four-letter word. Coincidence? I think not. |
But this morning, when we were scraping Amy’s windshield and
one of us slipped and fell on the icy driveway, I looked around and sighed,
“I really need to stop living in denial.” The white stuff's coming, and it's not a question of when but of how much. And I need to just. get. over. it.
And I need to remember to wear a coat
and better shoes when it’s icy/snowy/white stuff-y outside.
*Yes, I came to Michigan for my higher education, as did
Sean. Never in one million-billion-squillion years did I think we’d ever reside
here full-time. We plan, God laughs.
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