Baby, it's cold outside.
If anything, this awful snow and ice has made my work week much more interesting.
Between waiting in Disnleyland-ish long lines for snow chains at Les Schwab to coordinating my work schedule with those who can make it to work and those who are snowed in- I am all tuckered out... and it's only Tuesday. My commute hasn't been as hellish as expected, which is nice, considering my tendency to swerve violently at even the smallest unexpected horn honk. The front office is freezing cold. Frigid, if you will. It's like being expected to function proficiently in a meat locker. Trust me, if I can't move my fingers it's going to be impossible to remove my blue lips from the frozen telephone. Surely, surely, my friends, this will not do.
However, the frosted, white tree branches and deliciously tempting icicles lend themselves to the perfect Christmas card-ish atmosphere in which to watch holiday movies and cuddle in sweatclothes and fleece blankets. The streelights and the abnormal white glow of the full moon make the icy, frozen streets and yards twinkle at night. I would take a long walk in our Winter Wonderland if I could step outside for more than fifteen seconds without my eyelids freezing shut. The curling, grey fireplace smoke winding into the night sky, the funny hats and suffocating scarves, the extreme weather uncertainty... it's painfully romantic.
"Baby, stay with me tonight. Tomorrow brings more snow and ice and possibly my untimely death in a violent slip-skid into the frigid ditch on the side of the freeway. So hold me now, baby, hold me now."
Let's jump the fence and leave our frozen footprints behind us. Let's exploit these rosey cheeks and frozen breaths and fall hard at the end of the day. I want to be covered up by you, silently reading what's behind your eyes ... because the biggest things we have to face alone.
Between waiting in Disnleyland-ish long lines for snow chains at Les Schwab to coordinating my work schedule with those who can make it to work and those who are snowed in- I am all tuckered out... and it's only Tuesday. My commute hasn't been as hellish as expected, which is nice, considering my tendency to swerve violently at even the smallest unexpected horn honk. The front office is freezing cold. Frigid, if you will. It's like being expected to function proficiently in a meat locker. Trust me, if I can't move my fingers it's going to be impossible to remove my blue lips from the frozen telephone. Surely, surely, my friends, this will not do.
However, the frosted, white tree branches and deliciously tempting icicles lend themselves to the perfect Christmas card-ish atmosphere in which to watch holiday movies and cuddle in sweatclothes and fleece blankets. The streelights and the abnormal white glow of the full moon make the icy, frozen streets and yards twinkle at night. I would take a long walk in our Winter Wonderland if I could step outside for more than fifteen seconds without my eyelids freezing shut. The curling, grey fireplace smoke winding into the night sky, the funny hats and suffocating scarves, the extreme weather uncertainty... it's painfully romantic.
"Baby, stay with me tonight. Tomorrow brings more snow and ice and possibly my untimely death in a violent slip-skid into the frigid ditch on the side of the freeway. So hold me now, baby, hold me now."
Let's jump the fence and leave our frozen footprints behind us. Let's exploit these rosey cheeks and frozen breaths and fall hard at the end of the day. I want to be covered up by you, silently reading what's behind your eyes ... because the biggest things we have to face alone.