Well, you know, I've never been to visit you in wintertime.
(Hm. Seems to me there may have been a reason for that. Something to do with . . . Minnesota weather?)
But if I did come to visit you, I could smuggle you codeine!
And oh god, I cringe just thinking about that grease spill. (At least it was cold--for a horrified moment my brain hadn't quite caught up with processing what my eyes had read . . . eek.) Last year I was scrubbing at the kitchen floor with one of those scrubby abrasive sponges ('cause a mop don't do nuthin' for the hardened-on stuff), square inch by square inch, when my stepdaughter came over. "See what you have to look forward to as a grown-up?" quoth I. She winced dramatically.
Ignore it; it's not going to get any worse for a while. Go to bed. Have good dreams.
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branchandroot
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Date: 2004-12-03 06:05 pm (UTC)Well, you know, I've never been to visit you in wintertime.
(Hm. Seems to me there may have been a reason for that. Something to do with . . . Minnesota weather?)
But if I did come to visit you, I could smuggle you codeine!
And oh god, I cringe just thinking about that grease spill. (At least it was cold--for a horrified moment my brain hadn't quite caught up with processing what my eyes had read . . . eek.) Last year I was scrubbing at the kitchen floor with one of those scrubby abrasive sponges ('cause a mop don't do nuthin' for the hardened-on stuff), square inch by square inch, when my stepdaughter came over. "See what you have to look forward to as a grown-up?" quoth I. She winced dramatically.
Ignore it; it's not going to get any worse for a while. Go to bed. Have good dreams.