Please bring me a house-broken fire monster.
If you are out of house-broken fire monsters, I will take a space heater.
If you are out of space heaters, I will take a heap of blankets and a wish.
If you are out of wishes, please have a heart to heart with Mother Nature and let her know that I now have 7 fingers battling frostbite and what appear to be early signs of trench foot.
I would tell her myself, but the postman looked at me weird when I gave him an envelope addressed to "outside."
Merry Christmas, Santa.
But seriously.
-Molly
3 comments:
:) love!
But... it's not snowing yet :|
Post a Comment