Tuesday, February 1, 2011
Cabin Fever: Act One, Scene 3
Me: You mean, besides my numb feet and fingers?
He: Why didn't you say something?
Me: Because you've been out shoveling snow all day.
He: Not ALL day.
Me: Well, except for that hour it took you to go to the liquor store.
He: It was uphill both ways. I had to skirt several wrecks.
Me: What are you, a St. Bernard?
He: Do you want a fire or not? Speak now. I'm taking a sauna.
Me: Yes, please.
He: Good news. Office is closed again tomorrow.
Me: So, you got scotch when you were out, right?
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