Snow Boots - of Destiny!
Jan. 27th, 2005 09:25 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
teleribI have a pair of snow boots. Honest-to-God, waterproof with fuzzy liners, trompin' through the snow, snow boots.
At the first snowfall of the winter, I get them out, toss a rug by the door to put them on when I come in from the snow, and tromp happily about.
Then, inevitably, the snow starts to melt. And the boots sit, unneeded, unworn, on their rug by the door until I finally decide, "It is time to put the boots back into the closet upstairs, and launder that dirty rug."
Guess what happens after that?
I put away the boots last night; I just checked the weather this morning. Snow Monday.
At the first snowfall of the winter, I get them out, toss a rug by the door to put them on when I come in from the snow, and tromp happily about.
Then, inevitably, the snow starts to melt. And the boots sit, unneeded, unworn, on their rug by the door until I finally decide, "It is time to put the boots back into the closet upstairs, and launder that dirty rug."
Guess what happens after that?
I put away the boots last night; I just checked the weather this morning. Snow Monday.
