The story: A woman looks outside the house on a snowy morning as she prepares to step into her SUV and go to work. It snowed six inches the night before. What does she do? Does she put it in four-wheel-drive and punch it? Does she grab a snow shovel? Does she call a plow company? Nope. She cries. And cries and cries and calls her spouse in the middle of his work day, sobbing, to come save her.
Astute observation: In nature, there is something called survival of the fittest. It's a good thing some of us are human beings and not gazelles.
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Thursday, January 17, 2008
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