Isn't the snow pretty?
I don't like it. Not one little bit.
I really should live in Florida.
I was laying in bed, plugged into my DVD player, watching the end of the Scrubs episode I started watching last night, but fell asleep during, when the phone rang and I just knew.
I just knew it would be Clint.
And I just knew it would be about the snow. And driving in it. And that he'd had an accident.
"Mom!" he says all cheerful like.
"Hey! I'm uh, my truck is in the ditch..."
"On 232nd, just past the stop sign."
"Are you OK?"
"Yeah, I'm fine."
"Any other cars involved?"
"No, just me. I must've hit a patch of ice..."
"Have you called BCAA to tow you out?"
"No. I called you."
"What do you want me to do? Come and get you?"