ice

There’s nothing I hate more than feeling trapped.

My car is iced shut. I don’t mean the locks are iced, because I fixed that problem. I mean iced fucking shut.



Libby and I are increasingly worried about our tree out front. Nothing like branches being weighed down to breaking with ice to invoke motherly feelings.

does not equal

and

taken earlier today when I could still get Out

definitely does not equal

Admittedly, it’s still very very beautiful.