Small getting bigger.

   
Small snow flakes began to drift down. how cute, a Xmas card day. It kept snowing, more flakes, still cute. More snow. More snow. Now its getting crappy. More snow. Now the outside of my house feels like the inside of a morgue, shrouded in the silence that only a heavy snow can bring. Don't get me wrong, its still cute.
Days like this give me the chance to sit round and work out why the description, "They always had the most fun holding each others feet," smacks so clearly of a blowjob.