As we hurried to get in line, I slipped and fell on the ice. Nothing hurt, except my pride.
I was only hurrying because he was. And he was only hurrying becuase I had made him anxious, by telling him I'm usually in line earlier.
I tried to be cool, but I was a little concerned about being late. I have all of the others. And I couldn't miss one. The tradition had to continue.
My worrying was for nothing. We were plenty early. And the prize at the end of the line was well worth the cold wait we had to endure.
We warmed up after gathering our spoils over breakfast with some fellow cold-braving friends. Then we hurried to meet my sister and her husband for the annual "hunting" adventure in the snow.
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This must have been the line for the CD you mentioned before. I don't know what it means, but remember it.
So tell us! What were you waiting in line for?
why don't you ever answer your comments?
hubs-
because I like to be vague...
elizabeth-
a cd that a local radio station produces every year.
ok ok ok. i'll stop commenting. one way conversations suck.
sorry, apparently my humor is lost in my sleep deprivation... was trying to be funny, since you called me gossipy the last time I wasn't vague... really will try to answer questions in the future!
feh, just trying to get a rise out of you. :)
i was being snarky myself (i realize i always make fun of your cryptic-ness but i secretly like it).
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