Dec 19, 2010 13:10
Going Christmas Tree Hunting.
Mom: Hil, get the rope, the saw, and the shovel out of the garage.
Me: ... cautiously Are you planning on leaving me up there?
Mom: .... We'll see, won't we?
I am wearing more layers than an onion wrapped in a croissant. I have hiking boots I have a thermos of cocoa. I have mittens. We're heading up into the boonies in a very elderly pickup, expecting six inches of snow or more.
The dog is nonplussed, but no one asked him.
If I perish, I love you all.