Monday, December 17, 2007

White Christmas



Oh, come ON.

5 comments:

Yutha said...

Why oh why do we live here??

A Novel Woman said...

Yutha,

Let's blame our parents. And they can blame THEIR parents, who could have stayed in London. Then we'd be living the high life, sipping sherry and eating Eccles cakes and ordering stuff from Harrods. Or perhaps we'd be clubbing fish over the head and serving them battered with chips in a wagon. Maybe the snow ain't that bad?

Yutha said...

Well, I would be living as an upper class Lady and you would be my lady-in-waiting. Sometimes I would allow you upstairs (you know, to do my hair, lay out my fancy clothes) and later you would be dancing a jig in the kitchen with the butler and the cook.

A Novel Woman said...

Yutha,

And then I would prepare your bath and settle you in, whilst I slip in some fancy bath salts and, with the help of the cook and the butler, a large toaster.

Yutha said...

Well that's just mean - I was nice enough to employ you....