Monday, August 27, 2007

Fresh Cut Grass

I kept smelling fresh cut grass tonight, which was odd, because I was sitting in my office. It took me a while to realize it was grass caught in my shoes from using them as brakes while we slid down a large hill on a block of ice. It was actually a lot of fun, despite the "train" accident and subsequent smashing of someone else's genitals.

Ah, the joys of fall evenings.