In the beginning, there was snow.
And the snow begat snowplows, snowblowers,
snow shovelers and very large pick-up
trucks with blades. And the snowplows,
snowblowers, snow shovelers and
very large pick-up trucks
with blades begat snow berms.
And the snow berms begat -- BERMTOPIA.
Wednesday, July 10, 2013
The bubble over Ben's head
Coffee? You're really going to have a cup of coffee before we go for a walk? Un - flippin' -- believable.
Daylight's burnin', sister.
* canine eye roll * Yeah, sure. I want to sit outside. Like I want my nails clipped, fool.
While you have coffee, check your blogs, comment on Facebook and play Words with Friends?
Like yeah. I REALLY want to sit outside.
Maybe if I look sad and pathetic, hanging over the back door riser.
Good god, the things a dog must do for a walk around here.
There MUST be another way.
Ummm. Just checking the weather stripping.
Unless you've got something else in mind?
I smell gas. Activate home evacuation plan.
To Comstock Park.
Wait. . . wait. . . wait. I hear the rustle of poop bags.
And she's getting those goddawful tennis shoes on.
Must we always look like we just stepped out of "The Grapes of Wrath"?