Victoria called me yesterday, worried that her flight would be cancelled because of the weather in Denver. I informed her that we are not close enough to Colorado to cause her worry. Her dad also told her that Michigan winters were comparable to Anarctica, and that people were dying here due to the weather. Silly internationals.
I want some snow for Christmas, and that is all I need.
Kate and Emily complete me, Our love is real love.
I am six feet tall and experiencing growing pains. I am sure.
I don't really have anything to write about, but felt the need to write something when I saw my blog listed on the Artichoke. Sorry, just not too inspired at the moment.
peace, love, and ponies.
“I frequently tramped eight or ten miles through the deepest snow to keep an appointment with a beech-tree, or a yellow birch, or an old acquaintance among the pines.”
-Henry David Thoreau
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