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June 10, 2008

Snow Way

Excerpts from a coversation with my husband.

Dave: (As Sally rolls over and barely indicates that she is floating near consciousness) Hello.
Sally: (Wondering why he's speaking to her when she's clearly not awake yet) Hello.
Dave: I hate to tell you this, but really I kind of want to tell you this.
Sally: Nnnngaaaa?
Dave: It's snowing.
Sally: (In accents of disgust and horror.) No.
Dave: No, snow.
Sally: (After peeking out the windw to see that it is, indeed, snowing.) Naaaoooooooooooooooooooooowwwww!

There is an extended pause while Dave goes away to do other things and Sally lies in bed, considering staying there forever because if it's snowing on June 10, life clearly holds no more joy for her.

(Dave returns to the room.)
Sally: I hold you responsible. The snow is your fault--
Dave: No! It's your fault! You washed my hat!*
Sally: No. I-- (Decides to ignore him.) Snow is always your fault. And two, you shouldn't have told me. If you loved me, you would have protected me from this horrible knowledge and made sure I stayed wrapped in my safe little coccoon where it's actually summer.
Dave: (With glee.) At least I didn't wake you up to tell you. I waited until you were stirring to tell you.
Sally: (Groans.)
Dave: I told [a coworker] it was snowing here and he said "It's 90 degrees here. With a heat index of 100."
Sally: Where is he?
Dave: Poughkeepsie.

It's snowing harder now.

I hate it here.


*Yesterday, because I was washing a load of reds, I picked one of Dave's tuques up off the floor where it had been gathering dust bunnies and washed it. He claimed at the time that I would be sorry, that I was inviting the weather to be awful. Given that it was already awful, I ignored him. I'm still pretty sure the snow is his fault.

Posted by sally at June 10, 2008 07:57 AM

Comments

When I heard of this weather, I thought, "Oh, Sally might die. This might actually kill her. Maybe somehow she won't know?"

My sister is going to 4-H camp in Dayton with this weather. She is also not excited, but snow on her birthday (the 11th) might oddly please her.

Posted by: HeatherK at June 11, 2008 02:47 PM

It was a near thing.

Posted by: Sallyacious [TypeKey Profile Page] at June 11, 2008 04:21 PM

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