When I sink into a snow drift, the snow settles on the top of my shoes. Then, I track it into my office, and little pools form under my desk. It is pretty embarassing. I also can't stomp it off, and we don't have one of those shoe brushes outside our office. I can't Dorothy click them off or smack one foot with the other, either.
Friday, November 13, 2009
What Blew In?
Overnight, the winds calmed, but the snow arrived. I'm trying to work out how I stop this sort of thing from happening:
From Antarctica
When I sink into a snow drift, the snow settles on the top of my shoes. Then, I track it into my office, and little pools form under my desk. It is pretty embarassing. I also can't stomp it off, and we don't have one of those shoe brushes outside our office. I can't Dorothy click them off or smack one foot with the other, either.
When I sink into a snow drift, the snow settles on the top of my shoes. Then, I track it into my office, and little pools form under my desk. It is pretty embarassing. I also can't stomp it off, and we don't have one of those shoe brushes outside our office. I can't Dorothy click them off or smack one foot with the other, either.