Scrabble to outsmart the snow
I stumble out of my bed and drag myself to the mirror where I turn on the straightener begin straightening my hair. The stiffness of my muscles has yet to catch up with my desire to look presentable. Eventually I successfully look like a human being rather than a zombie and get some shoes, my backpack, and a coat then open the door.
A yelp escapes my throat and I involuntary close the door, never having exited the apartment. Outside, there is snow falling down, down, down. The quietness seems to mock my desire to be back in bed. I turn to my roommates and say with a pout, "It's snooooowwwwinnnngg." I look down at my shoes, knowing they will not make it 2 minutes out in the world now being covered in white. I can't find my boots though and class is starting in 2 minutes. I'll already be late.
Rachel hears my predicament and asks if I'd like to borrow her boots, but alas, they are too small. I get a thought that maybe my boots are stored away in a tote under her bed, so we pull out three tote bins and rummage through them.
*gasp!* I see the top of one of my boots. I pull the rest of the materials out of this one tote bin, but the second boot does not appear. All the while, Rachel is on edge about seeing spiders in these bins, as she has a right too. I'm throwing stuff everywhere without a care. I think that maybe my other boot is under my bed as that's the first place I would have put them last year, so I look around all under my bed and...ah-ha!! I have found my other boot!! "Rachel! I found my other bo----"
*gasp, scream, squeal*
I turn around and I know what has happened. Rachel has seen a spider. I go over to our now messy pile and look to see the soon-to-be victim of our wrath. I cannot see any spider though. Eventually after a minute or two of blindness, a very faint and thin spider seems to wisp into existence. I take the initiative and ask Rachel to get me some toilet paper. And LOTS of it. She brings me a wad and I smash the spider into the bottom of a ceramic bowl, then go dump it out in the toilet, all the while keeping anything from coming from my mouth out of fear that I too would send a whimper into the dead silence.
The spider is dead. Death by drowning.
We pick up everything, put the totes back under the bed, and we have accomplished our mission. I now have boots.
To class I go in the ever more falling snow with my trusty boots on. Thank goodness the first 15 minutes of class were of little import to me.
A yelp escapes my throat and I involuntary close the door, never having exited the apartment. Outside, there is snow falling down, down, down. The quietness seems to mock my desire to be back in bed. I turn to my roommates and say with a pout, "It's snooooowwwwinnnngg." I look down at my shoes, knowing they will not make it 2 minutes out in the world now being covered in white. I can't find my boots though and class is starting in 2 minutes. I'll already be late.
Rachel hears my predicament and asks if I'd like to borrow her boots, but alas, they are too small. I get a thought that maybe my boots are stored away in a tote under her bed, so we pull out three tote bins and rummage through them.
*gasp!* I see the top of one of my boots. I pull the rest of the materials out of this one tote bin, but the second boot does not appear. All the while, Rachel is on edge about seeing spiders in these bins, as she has a right too. I'm throwing stuff everywhere without a care. I think that maybe my other boot is under my bed as that's the first place I would have put them last year, so I look around all under my bed and...ah-ha!! I have found my other boot!! "Rachel! I found my other bo----"
*gasp, scream, squeal*
I turn around and I know what has happened. Rachel has seen a spider. I go over to our now messy pile and look to see the soon-to-be victim of our wrath. I cannot see any spider though. Eventually after a minute or two of blindness, a very faint and thin spider seems to wisp into existence. I take the initiative and ask Rachel to get me some toilet paper. And LOTS of it. She brings me a wad and I smash the spider into the bottom of a ceramic bowl, then go dump it out in the toilet, all the while keeping anything from coming from my mouth out of fear that I too would send a whimper into the dead silence.
The spider is dead. Death by drowning.
We pick up everything, put the totes back under the bed, and we have accomplished our mission. I now have boots.
To class I go in the ever more falling snow with my trusty boots on. Thank goodness the first 15 minutes of class were of little import to me.
Oh, my dear! I am so proud of you! So strong and brave. :D
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