"It's like the Kyber Pass. We need goats or elephants."
"I was thinking more like northern Afghanistan, with Kalashnikovs and pieces of dead bodies sticking out of the snowbanks."
"Okay, snow fantasy of your choice."
"Pretty slippery!"
"Watch your step!"
"Did you see me lose my footing? I almost didn't make it through there. I could have broken my leg and then you'd have to throw me off a cliff."
"No, we'd rescue you. We'd have a bottle of brandy and some St. Bernards."
"And I'd be laying there with my mangled leg telling you to just leave me to die. No, just throw me off a cliff so that the vultures won't get me while I'm still alive. It's not worth it."
"No, you'd be saying that because you'd had too much brandy and you had to vomit."
"Still, it was a close call."
Sunday, December 28, 2008
My family crosses a snowbank
Posted by erin at 11:32 PM
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