November is the season for snow tires. If you say, not even a single year, that not this time you're going to play double or quits and move back as much as possible when fitting the soft tires, because things are going well, what, you are not yet officially winter anyway ... Well believe me, this game will amuse you once. It was a time when you put more than 2 hours to do 20km and where you almost shit your car under the snow plow came across ... that's it, remember?
this year so it is with an indescribable joy that I saw the flakes falling on Tuesday night. Muffled sounds from outside, white light that pervades the house through the skylight above the bay window of the lounge ... Caulked Wednesday. It was like a Wednesday Sunday: stuck, nothing else to do than watch the snowflakes whirling by knitting mittens. Lézados took their snowboards, snow shovels to sculpt and bumps are mounted in the field above the house, while the Grenouillette and Zebulon literally wallowing in the garden. The cats looked at me with a supplicating air "do something do something!" Asked to leave to better stay on the doorstep. Finally, in desperation, become wedged in by the yellow chair in front of the garden yews milled. One Wednesday a Sunday. Buns home, hot chocolate. Number 2 and jammed his internship Lyceum "Come find me not being there! To send a final text message from an unknown number "is Number2. Lost my phone in the snow should buy one for myself this weekend." And there you chuckling. Yellow. But you chuckling.
And anyway, the next day, think about going to work a bit anyway ... Here we go. It slips a little. We look at the snow drifts, the road étroitisée the unknown landscape. The college almost deserted. There is at least as happy to be able to cool its boots lined Pocahontas (Pocahontas boots ... not ...) that Grenouillette to its famous snow boots ROSES!
And on Friday, has barely they say it will take to recover the boarding Number2 that re-re-guh-tombeuh the nei ... And there, staff room, one console bakes papillottes Revillon by asking the offstage "Kicek-a-pellaneige to clear the cars just now? A text known. "It Number2. The school closes it is released I go with the father of a friend." Still wonder how you will access the parking lot of the nanny to retrieve the frog once my car parking clear of the college, set in the drift of snow plows the town hall (not too thank you guys in the orange vest ... )
FD was live from his college ... which is not secured or can cleanse his car in 2 hours, or be able to recover his frog ... and wonders, with a dozen of his colleagues, they will not spend the weekend locked in with the college students (aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh!)
You will not come tonight
me cry But my despair falls
snow ride
Emotionless ...
To you studio ...
PS: no pictures because my phone is only phone but trust me on parole, 60 cm Snow is very beautiful!
I want to go home!
Edit. 18h. Ay, back! Finally, it slows down too badly, snow tires, it is not very well in the turns, for cons, I think ...! Now the sky is pouring everything he willing, I will not emerge until Monday!
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