Damn…This Beautiful Snowy World
Friends, (Don’t skip the p.s.) Sunday, 6:20 PM. Jen’s flight’s canceled. Kate stomps in saying “I can’t get that boat of a (Ford) Flex in your stupid little garage” and she’s wondering how she’ll get back to Ann Arbor for a 10:00 AM class on Monday. Jack was supposed to be home an hour ago … Continued