March 11th, 2006

What's a personal bubble? - BOYS


I can't feel my hands; fingers; face; legs; or nose.

This is because I'm laying in front of an open window while Mom and Joe and Travis and Phil play Monopoly. It's stopped drizzling but we're still hoping for snow.

Scottsdale, which is like ten miles from us, got around an inch of snow already.

I'm trying to get Mom to agree to pay for us to go somewhere in a cheap cab radius to snow tomorrow if we don't have any out front.