Thursday, January 03, 2008

Just another reason to hate the friggin snow


Norlund Clan said...

How did that happen?

Barb said...

Poor Kerry- girl cannot get a break!

Karie said...

Nice work, my Kerry. Is it your wrist?

Man o Steel said...

wow. My dad broke his wrist and they couldn't put it in a hard cast and my little sister keeps accidently bumping into him and his arm. It's kinda funny and kinda sad.

To make you feel better, I will recite you my favorite poem about snow that I've ever heard in my life.

The more it snows (Tiddly Pom),
The more it goes (Tiddly Pom),
The more it goes (Tiddly Pom),
On Snowing.

And nobody knows (Tiddly Pom),
How cold my toes (Tiddly Pom),
How cold my toes (Tiddly Pom),
Are Growing.

This poem is best recited when you have someone else to do the tiddly pomming, however getting someone to do this is more difficult than you would think. I tried to get a girl to do it once and she refused and ordered me to stop reciting silly poems. I think that ruined my chances with her. Oh well. Who needs a girl that hates poems written by Pooh.

Velvet Trouser said...

Usually when I ski a wrist gets broken.

Fortunately it's rarely mine.

k said...

How did it happen? simple, really. I flew like a superhero and landed like a mortal. Slipped on ice. Fell down the stairs. Oh-so-dignified.