Writing Wrongs

February 03, 2007

Itís minus nine degrees here and my kids want to go to Cold Stone Creamery to eat ice cream. No joke.

Itís minus nine degrees here and if my kids canít go to Cold Stone Creamery, they want to go sledding or to the park. Double no joke.

Itís minus nine degrees here and my car died in the parking ramp the other day, as in, sorry, Iím going to bleed power steering fluid all over the cement died.

Itís minus nine degrees here and the car dealership from whence Iím leasing said car has never put together the words customer and service into a sentence. Possibly, never in the same paragraph.

Itís minus nine degrees here and thanks to some work friends, said car is now in good hands. Thatís the good news.

Itís minus nine degrees here and the diagnosis has something to do with pressure gauges and ďblowing.Ē Thatís the bad news.

Itís minus nine degrees here and the whole going places next week thing is going to be a challenge.

Itís minus nine degrees here and Iím seriously thinking of getting MacKenna out of her current situation (grounded for life) and to prom (still grounded, only a little less so). I hear itís warm at prom.

Itís minus nine degrees here, itís one of those winter days where the sun blinds and it looks warmer than it actually is.

Itís minus nine degrees here Ö I hope itís warmer where you are.

The Fine Art of Holding Your Breath
46,789 / 60,000 (76.67%)

Charity Tahmaseb wrote at 12:38 p.m.

|