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Ok. Yesterday ruled. Everything on the money.
Today, however, started with a few challenges: I start today by discovering that its raining, no biggie... raining on two weeks of hardpack snow... freezing rain...
The parking lot at my son's school is glare ice, and of course, when I get there I am toying with the idea of calling in sick, hauling ass home to get out my Bauers and go to TOWN on that sweet, HUGE expanse of perfectly flat ice... in times like this I have some Creaper boots.. they have studs in the bottom that are used for trailing in slick conditions, so I am dragging my son accross the parking lot and he is loving it, slip slidin' away.
Now, there are maybe 25 pairs of parents.. why were all of them pearshaped? I was half expecting Terry Gilliam to come out and yell 'CUT! WHO LET IN THE BALD DUDE!?' It was like a Weeble convention! Or a bad game filled with those Russian Wooden Dolls shaped like bowling pins, a field of Large asses trying to get accross the lot to drop off there kids, no one has dared to drive down the hill, they would NEVER get back up, so picture this:
I am chomping across the ice with numba 2 son in tow, he is laughing like a banshee, as we pass each barely moving parent, they look up at us in scorn at our non'slippage and WHAM, they go down. Doing that slow motion, arms flailing, eyeballs rolling, feet spinning out like the Road Runner dance one does when you're whiping out with no chance of recovery.... Not one or two pairs, but like 7.
We were in a video game, just get near the scoffing bald dude and the cackling child, you lose a turn. We left a swath of carnage 5 meters wide from end to end.
Today, however, started with a few challenges: I start today by discovering that its raining, no biggie... raining on two weeks of hardpack snow... freezing rain...
The parking lot at my son's school is glare ice, and of course, when I get there I am toying with the idea of calling in sick, hauling ass home to get out my Bauers and go to TOWN on that sweet, HUGE expanse of perfectly flat ice... in times like this I have some Creaper boots.. they have studs in the bottom that are used for trailing in slick conditions, so I am dragging my son accross the parking lot and he is loving it, slip slidin' away.
Now, there are maybe 25 pairs of parents.. why were all of them pearshaped? I was half expecting Terry Gilliam to come out and yell 'CUT! WHO LET IN THE BALD DUDE!?' It was like a Weeble convention! Or a bad game filled with those Russian Wooden Dolls shaped like bowling pins, a field of Large asses trying to get accross the lot to drop off there kids, no one has dared to drive down the hill, they would NEVER get back up, so picture this:
I am chomping across the ice with numba 2 son in tow, he is laughing like a banshee, as we pass each barely moving parent, they look up at us in scorn at our non'slippage and WHAM, they go down. Doing that slow motion, arms flailing, eyeballs rolling, feet spinning out like the Road Runner dance one does when you're whiping out with no chance of recovery.... Not one or two pairs, but like 7.
We were in a video game, just get near the scoffing bald dude and the cackling child, you lose a turn. We left a swath of carnage 5 meters wide from end to end.
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