So it's 12:38am and I'm driving home from work. (Can you tell it's the end of the semester?) I know it's 12:38 because the bank clock on the corner of Main and Broadway says so in large digital readout. Then I think my mind must be playing a trick on me because it then says 38. It's 38 at 12:38. What does that mean? It's 38 degrees?! On May 12 it's only 6 degrees above freezing?? It's MAY for heaven's sake! I knew it was a little chilly on the walk from my building to my car. The grass was a little slippery under my feet as I walked up the slight incline from the exit to the parking lot. But I thought that was dew. Now I wonder if it was frost!
Toto, we're not in Kansas anymore. Nor are we in Dallas. No wonder the landlady didn't want to plant her tomatoes yet. She said there was still a chance of a frost.
Now I'll never get my parents to come visit me for Christmas. My dad doesn't like the cold. He for sure won't come at Christmas and now probably won't ever come in May, either!
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