My hair still smells like roasted chestnuts. They weren't roasted over an open fire. It was actually a charcoal grill covered in tin foil. After the chestnuts were done, we huddled around the grill like the hobos in Annie and savored the smell and the heat.
My feet were so cold on the way home that I had trouble working the gas and the brake without wincing.
Michael Phelps was on 60 Minutes, but I had more important things to do than watch.
Like soak my feet in a warm tub
And do my homework
Which I'm still
Ironically
Doing.
1 comment:
Very nice prose piece, Holly. :) I love the Annie reference.
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