Anyway, we went out and built a snowdrunk.
Okay, cause, the thing is? For some reason the snow was really heavy and once we got it all in a ball neither one of us could lift it, so we just made a snowman who was lying down. Then we didn't have any liquor bottles, so for some reason Marvin said he could be drunk on Woolite.
I don't know what to tell you about Marvin's drinking habits. He said LOTS of people get drunk on Woolite. He said this like it was common knowledge. Also, why is the snowdrunk smoking out his chin?
I do not think we are going to win the neighborhood snowdrunk contest.
Winston, who hails from California, was not so sure about this snow. But he demanded to go out and sample it. He was quite the snow leopard. For about 17 seconds.
Henry was appalled, with his Southern gentleman self. He stayed inside and sipped julips. Or Woolite. Whichever.
And by the way, even though it was a snow day for Marvin, he went to work for a while anyway, because he is a total suck-up and a giant Smithers and so forth. Also too, today was the anniversary of the sit-in at the Woolworth's here? And they did a reenactment of it, so Marvin went to that and filmed it to show to his class tomorrow. That Marvin. Always industrious. I think he was just hoping for a free cherry Coke or something.
Doesn't a cherry Coke sound delicious.
At lunchtime, Marvin headed on over to the mall, which I am surprised to hear was open, because did you know there's WEATHER here? Anyway, some poor woman came up to Marv with some cream from the Dead Sea, which she wanted to slather on my spouse, claiming it was good for him, because everything from the Dead Sea is good for you.
"How can everything from the Dead Sea be good for you if it's all dead?" Marvin wanted to know.
He said she gave him a dirty look.
He didn't buy her wares.
So that sums up our Monday. I proofread things. I got in the car but then it was scary so I came back home so apparently I am as delicate as everyone else here. Am now weighing the risks/benefits of getting in the car again for the suddenly heavenly sounding cherry Coke.
Maybe I'll just pour me a Woolite and call it a day.