I looked outside the house on Christmas morning
And lo, what was it that I soon did see?
A pile of slush that reached up to the awnings
White as white and wetter than the sea.
The weathermen were all sorely mistaken
For lovely, fluffy snow never did come.
I think I'll go outside and make a slushman
And add some lemon syrup and eat some.
Friday, December 25, 2009
Don't Eat the Yellow Slush
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Sloppy, slurry slush is my least favorite part of winter. Everything is so ridiculously dirty and there is no way to avoid it. That is one of the reasons I like it to be real cold; slush is a mild temperature substance.
Yup, mild temperatures at this time of year are a curse. Ten to fifteen degrees is warm enough and doesn't make a mess.
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