Thursday, January 13
Tumbleweeds 8.0
I guess word of all my taunting/fascination got out. Tonight I pulled across the crunchy remnants of yesterday's snow on the street into my driveway and there, sitting steadfast, nay defiant even, on my half of the driveway was a medium sized two-foot-diameter, tan and spiky, tumbleweed. It looked ready to even the score with me, but I just inched around it and left it there behind the minivan. The first person who e-mails me saying they want it will get mailed to them a genuine Wyoming (maybe even Montana!) tumbler. But act fast. The trash man comes tomorrow.
