Friday, November 5, 2010

As deep as a shallow pond.

The relationship between winter and me is very cold. We usually don't talk much. It probably started in my childhood, when my mother wouldn't let me see winter without a guardian. She therefore always made sure that jacket was with me. Having a third wheel around always makes things awkward.

I hide in my house from winter most of the time, but sometimes we inevitably see one another. Thankfully, jacket is always nearby. Occasionally, I stupidly face winter without jacket. That's when I suffer the most.

Moral of the story: say "no" to bad puns. Also, eat breakfast.

1 comment:

Sam said...

wait, is this not literal?