Wednesday, February 27, 2008

Pride Cometh Before the Fall


1 comment:

Mark said...

It could be worse, baby girl:

It's winter in Michigan
And the gentle breezes blow,
Seventy miles per hour
At twenty-two below!

Oh, how I love Michigan
When the snow's up to your butt.
You take a breath of winter air
And your nose is frozen shut.

Yes, the weather here is wonderful.
I guess I'll hang around.
I could never leave Michigan,
Cause I'm frozen to the ground.

And yes, it's snowing again today!

Dad