We’re going to catch a big one. What a beautiful day. We’re not scared…
Uh-oh! Snow! White, white snow (for hours and hours)! We can’t drive over it (to pick up Daddy from the ferry). We can’t drive through it (to pick up Daddy from the ferry). Oh-no! We have to take advantage of the very kind (and superiorly smarter people) who will push our new van (sans 4WD) to the top of the hill blanketed in the white, white snow!
**These very kind people (who came out to sled on the hill, not aid dumb-decision-makers such as myself) pushed the van as I expertly turned the wheel left, then right, then left, then right, then left, then right (and so on and so forth etc., etc., etc…). Who knew turning the steering wheel so much and so deliberately could cause ones abs to nearly seize (and sweat glands to fully engage)? Now you know too… I am so bringing my snowy-hill heroes some cookies. Now, back to the story…**
We’re going on a home hunt, we’re heading downhill now, what a treacherous road, we’re not scared. I’ll keep in low gear, while we’re on the downhill. And hope to make it up, up… … … no…. nnnnnot quite. With Livi in her sparkly pumps, and Lucy in her Easter shoes, we’ll hop, hop, and squish the last 50 feet to our warm house. Quick! Into the house. Close the door. Flip the switch to the fireplace (I know, I know - “cheaters”). Under a warm blanket… WE’RE NOT GOING ON A BEAR HUNT AGAIN!
And now I will end my very poor twist on one of the most wonderful children’s books…ever. Um, have committed plagiarism?
Now, it’s ime to bake some cookies and hope Direct TV comes back online in time to watch SNL tonight…
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