Monday, April 21, 2008
Why can't I be kidding?
The cold wetness in the self-conscious form of billions of individually unique water crystals still falleth from the sky, but sticketh not upon the ground. Long and the short of it is, it's snowing without the opportunities for sledding, snowball fights, or even accidentally sending a small child off a hill into a snowbank. Now they land in bushes or on rocks, and their parents are less understanding.