Sunday, December 14, 2008

his impulse
was to celebrate winter—
the room waited
.
.

11 comments:

Deb said...

well come on down, we'll make snow angels.

; )

Anonymous said...

.....and waited and waited, alas

Steve said...

Haha, no serious rooms have to wait very long for me to celebrate usually. I'm already hopping like a snowman tonight. Just hoping the sheep don't eat my nose like they did last year.

Deb said...

I thought that was 2 years ago.

Blimey I've known you too long.

Hop away then Frosty. haha!

Steve said...

Ooh maybe it was two years then... But what's a year out between frosty pals eh? Haha. eek, just made myself slightly sick!

Deb said...

I just remember something about a sheep and a carrot.

haha! Oh now I'm sick as well. hahaha!

*muzzles self

Steve said...

Anyway, it was a sweet potato on that occasion. They're pretty multicultural, the sheep around here, unlike the humans.

Deb said...

Oh here!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mjdXwLQrRJ8

Steve said...

Shame he didn't have eight feet!

logged out deb said...

Yeah well we all know he's no spider...

You should post that it's grand! He's more nubile than I expected him to be. Must be used to dodging things.

Steve said...

Well I meant shame the thrower having 8 feet as he would have had more shoes...

And GDB 'nubile'..........?????

I could just live with agile.