I knew the day had to come. There was no help for it, really. No amount of denial, refusal or wishing could forestall the inevitable. Believe me, I tried all three.
No, this morning when I crept downstairs in the darkness to add a couple of pieces of firewood to the stove, I made my first mistake of the day. You see, the family room was so warm and cozyI had to linger just a bit. So--and don’t tell anyone I did this, hear?--I sat on the coffee table, picked up the remote and flicked the television on. You know what station I chose, don’t you? That’s right. The weather channel.
He said it. With all the bubbly enthusiasm we’ve come to know and love, Al Roker said the s word. That’s right, he said snow.
Can you believe it?
Snow.
In October.
Up to a foot of it.
Sheesh!
Thursday, October 15, 2009
He Said It, He Really Said It...
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5 comments:
how come all my weatherman said was "rain"? It's so not fair.
I hope it's just a dusting for you guys.
OMG, that's too funny! Snow, ha ha ha. You know I'm laughing because its almost eighty outside already. what I wouldn't do for some cool weather.
Oh dear . . .
Lucky!
Whhhaaaattt?????? You did not just say that. I hope that you live up in the Yukon or something because that kind of weather report for anything outside a 100 mile radius of the North Pole is absurd.
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