Tuesday, January 5, 2010

Dear frozen ice buckets, i hate you! love, me

You know its cold.

The kind of cold where the snot in your nose freezes the moment you
set one tippy toe outside.

The kind of cold where there's already a layer of ice crusting over the
horses' water buckets the moment you turn back around.

And by morning they're just about frozen all the way through. But ya
know what? There's just something about chucking said iceberg at the
ground full force and seeing all the chunks busting into a million pieces
that makes me feel just a lil bit better

: )

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