Sunday, December 09, 2007

Wet Shoes

Signs that there is finally snow in Colorado. Jackets hung on chairs all over the house (because we turned the coat closet into a pantry), constantly searching for one lost glove, and wet shoes lined up by the door. And if the shoes are not left by the door, a sign of that would be Mom screeching as she steps into an undetected pile of slush which immediately soaks through her socks. Followed quickly by a hunt for the culprit who tracked snow into the house.

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