It can't hurt to be cautious, Sophia.
'Soul Purpose'
Natter 45: Smooth as Billy Dee Williams.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Seriously, Sophia, you don't want to end up like my aunt!! (In the hospital on IV antibiotics for a really long time.)
I remember how we used to jump off the porch roof into the snow when we lived in Kansas. It was after a blizzard, and there was 4-5 feet of snow on the ground. AWESOME.
Unfortunately for my cousin, it was summer and there was no snow. Poor guy. Jumping off porches and roofs into snow is fun.
Stupid Fossil won't let me order a watchband off their website -- they want me to send the whole watch in! Bleh. I guess I need to go to a department store, since the Fossil store didn't have the right size band.
My main memory of those really cold and snowy winters in the late 1970s are of the whole family shoveling the damn driveway every two hours because the wind kept forming chest-high drifts.
Jesse, I don't get that. Does Fossil think you can't change the band on your own?
i'm trapped at the convention center today because my students are participating in Model UN. Thank god for wireless.
My dad had this tractor with a scoop on the front and a scrapy-blade on the back - he'd make these huge piles of show, which we'd then dig holes in or play "king of the mountain" on.
My parents did tell us stories of "the neighbor kid who dug a tunnel in a snow pile and it caved in on him." I forget if the kid died....
Jesse, I don't get that. Does Fossil think you can't change the band on your own?
Who knows. I'm guessing they think I can't measure the band on my own, which is the real issue, but STILL.
My parents did tell us stories of "the neighbor kid who dug a tunnel in a snow pile and it caved in on him." I forget if the kid died.
One of my great-uncles and a friend dug a tunnel in sandy earth and it caved in on them and they died.
In happier news...one of my most fun times as a kid was the winter of many blizzards (78, so i was 9) where there was a huge snow-plow created mountain of snow that we played on for weeks. We created a divot at the top and pretended it was a horse and sang "I'm a rhinestone cowboy" at the top of our lungs.