Is it still Winter where you are? It is here. In fact, it is snowing, even as I type. This morning when I woke up the snow was coming down so hard that I was sure we would be buried by noon. Fortunately, I can still tip-toe an’ reach my eyeballs just above the line of the toppest snow. Sorta’. Actually, if I’m not careful, my eyelashes rest on the top of the drifts an’ I’m afraid they might freeze there. I don’t want that to happen ’cause then, a car could come sliding down the driveway an’ not see me an’ my eyeballs an’ I might wind up with tire tracks in my hair. Talk about a bad hair day!
So, I’m gonna’ hide out here, in my office. If you want me jus’ walk right across the top ‘uh the snow an’ tap on my second-floor window. I’m sure I’ll be able to let you in… the window, that is. Who knows? Maybe it will keep snowing an’ you will be trapped here with me. Then, we can have a grand party an’ stay awake all night watching summa’ my videos on accounta’ I don’t have TV piped in.
We can sit in front of the heater, downstairs, an’ not be able to see out. It could almost be like sittin’ in front of a fireplace – – – if we squint. Okie-dokie? We’ll put our cookies an’ milk on top of the heater an’ chat all night an’ laugh ’bout how the snow has pro’lly trapped lotsa’ folks. When its all over we can go back to growing old an’ plan on tellin’ ’bout our adventure to our grandies. Are ya’ in? I’ll be watchin’ for you.
Until the next time, keep a hug on.