There's always that moment of sheer hilarity and twisted Kafka-esque empathy when you realize that you are indeed stuck waist deep (arms flailing uselessly) in snow in the middle of your driveway and that the six o'clock bus that you desperately need to catch is indeed rounding the corner at that very instant. And then the frostbite sets in. . How Rude! - Wednesday, Sept. 22, 2004 - 12:16 PM One small step but no giant leap. - Tuesday, Sept. 30, 2003 - 11:17 AM Where's George? - Thursday, Sept. 25, 2003 - 12:48 PM |
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