Daily life The harbinger of a long, slushy night November 8, 2007 Dan DickinsonLeave a comment Il n’eige. Je n’aime pas le neige. Après la neige vient de l’hiver. Et je n’aime pas l’hiver. [tags]show, neige[/tags] Share this: Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Like Loading... Related
I should also point out that I dislike winter a great deal less now than when we used to drive up to highway 7 every morning. I think the winter commute permanently scarred me. Reply
A man is never more alive than when looking in the face of death! I love driving in the snow. Snow is the reason that God put a handbrake in cars. Reply
That’s enough, Nancy, or you’ll get your citizenship revoked.
For hating winter? Or for speaking French?
I should also point out that I dislike winter a great deal less now than when we used to drive up to highway 7 every morning. I think the winter commute permanently scarred me.
A man is never more alive than when looking in the face of death! I love driving in the snow. Snow is the reason that God put a handbrake in cars.