Please sir, please don’t send me out into the bitter wintry cold. Please sir, please don’t ask me to leave the warm confines of my happily heated home so that I may make my frigid dreary wind swept way into work. My nose will freeze off, my eyes will water and freeze shut, my toes will whittle away and blacken, and my fingers will freeze to icicles and break at the slightest banging. Please sir. Don’t. But if you insist. I ask you then, sir; how will I ever enjoy the smells of spring, the sights of summer or be able to prance about under the autumn sun, kicking up the leaves. But most importantly sir, how will I be able to type and use my mouse so that I may accomplish the tasks that you have set before me, allowing you to bill our clients and pay the rent if I do not have fingers? Please sir, don’t send me out into this unnatural winter weather, because in the end it will detrimental to us both.
Whimper. It's -380C outside.
Posted by munin at Enero 9, 2004 07:28 AMWe may get up to 78º today.
Sounds like you need to head south.
Posted by: Da Goddess on Enero 9, 2004 04:14 PMShould the doorbell ring... guess who?!
Posted by: Hugin on Enero 9, 2004 08:27 PMA warm Taxi?
Posted by: guruvious on Enero 11, 2004 11:11 PMGoddess, think you could put us up for a couple of weeks? we're mostly neat, like to cook and bake a wicked cheesecake, flambé crepes with Grand Marnier sauce, and chocolate fondues. [seriously though, if we could afford the tickets we'd be down in a jiffy.]
G. thought about it. was tempted. but the fares are deadly during rush hour.
Posted by: munin on Enero 13, 2004 08:41 PM