An Easterly Wind . . . or Whatever

Well children, it's story time again:

Once upon a time my very good friend decided to go ahead and get married. The end.

Discussion questions:
1) That's all well and good, but who's going to go snowboarding with me? And if she does go, then will she have to drag that boy of hers along? Because he's not really invited.

2) What about the rodeo? I mean, we have to go to the rodeo. That's it. Final answer.

Anyway, my roommates got back from Mexico and didn't even say "hi" to me. That's okay because I hate them too. Ha ha! Just kidding. I don't hate my roommates at all, in fact, I like them a lot. What happened was, they were very tired, in fact Holly was sleeping on the couch, and I was in a very angry mood and so I didn't say anything either. I suppose I should have been like, "Welcome back roommates! I am very glad that you did not get cholera from Mexican water!" or something of that nature, but I just made supper and went to bed.

It's supposed to snow tonight, but I doubt it. My manager said there was an easterly wind though and that meant that something strange was going to happen, like lots of snow in March. I'd rather it be something strange like maybe a Sid Vicious t-shirt magically appearing in my closet . . . that kind of thing.

I wish Leslie were here. She would tell me a joke or something. Nobody knows any good jokes anymore.