beautiful day
March 7, 2008What a gorgeous morning! The sky is a lovely shade of gross, a color not unlike that of Goodwin’s skin after he’d been lying dead in the jungle for awhile.
Like everyone else, I’m anxious to see what the weather does. If it doesn’t snow, the kid and I are going tomorrow morning to my mom’s school to stuff care packages to send to the troops in the Middle East. If it does snow and the roads are bad, we’ll hang around the house, watch movies, throw snowballs for the dogs, and drink hot chocolate. Maybe we’ll stay up late tonight and talk about boys and eat popcorn. Maybe she’ll teach me the Soulja Boy dance. Wouldn’t that be a sight.
