Just back from walking the dog. Amazing how although its dark the sky is still kinda blue and everywhere is bright. I decided not to bring my iPod, thought it would be nice to listen to the sound of the snow crunching under my boots instead. That was all going very nicely, until I met a bunch of unruly, fun filled teenagers. They thought they would use me for target practice. Its not easy to run, keep your dignity, stay upright and dodge snowballs all at once. The things you have to do on a Sunday afternoon. Rusty even decided to join in the fun, and joined forces with the teenagers!! Traitor. I gave a good as I got, but I am soaked now, TG for thermal underwear! There is a puddle of wet clothes inside my front door, and a pile of snow. Oh well, it will just add to the mess that the Finchley Brennan's left in their wake. They are all gone home now. Peace once again reigns in my house. Hmmm......I think I prefer the mess and madness to peace and quiet. Oh well, 'till the next time.
So the teenagers thought me they would beat
but they didn't expect me to be so quick on my feet
blow after blow
they hit me with snow
with me did they think they could compete??
It was fun to watch them slide
and down the bank of the river they would glide
but my fear was they would go
into the river below
and get a thoroughly wet backside!!
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