mrsronweasley (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
mrsronweasley) wrote2007-01-26 07:54 am
mrsronweasley) wrote2007-01-26 07:54 am
PAH. (3 degrees F, feels like -16 F)
I DO NOT BELIEVE IN THIS THING CALLED 'TENTFIC' ANYMORE!
I don't care that we all write it, I don't care how good it is (because it is!), I don't care that it actually probably happened. Because, you know what? When it is this cold out? The last thing you want to do is GET NAKED. And once you've settled in for the night, trying not to shake under the sleeping bag(s), you probably can barely move your fingers, let alone have the energy for actual sex.
And you know what? I bet this is how it actually went:
Day One:
Ray: Hand of Franklin, yay!
Fraser: Let's get to it!
Day Two:
Ray: Fraser, we need to turn the hell around and get back to where BUILDINGS protect you from this ASS-BITING WIND. Because it's only been a DAY, and I already can't tell my balls from my ass, I think I used to have legs, but now they're nothing but a painful BURNING SENSATION, my fingers are burning stumps, and I'm pretty sure we left the skin from my face half a mile thataway. *points towards the vast white*
Fraser: Oh, dear.
Day Three:
Ray: Now that's what I'm talking about. *burrows deeper under covers and tries not to hump the actual walls and warmth that surround him*
Fraser: *sigh*
Day Four:
Fraser: Ray. Ray. Ray. Ray!
Ray: Still cold over here, Fraser.
Fraser: Ray, we cannot possibly stay here indefinitely.
Ray: Says you.
Fraser: *sigh*
Day Six:
Ray: See, I knew you'd break. It's nice under the covers, eh, Frase?
Fraser: I must admit, it...has its benefits.
Ray: Yeah. Benefit this.
Fraser: Ray!
Ray: Just checkin'.
Fraser: Checking what, precisely?
Ray: That nothing important froze and fell off.
Fraser: Well, that...may require a more thorough check, actually.
Ray: Cool.
Day Ten:
Ray: Now, THAT is what I call an adventure.
Fraser: *passed out*
Because I've been at work for over an hour (after wearing two layers all over my body, gloves, hat, you name it, I had it) and I. Am. Still. COLD. THANK YOU.
I wanna go to Mexico.
I don't care that we all write it, I don't care how good it is (because it is!), I don't care that it actually probably happened. Because, you know what? When it is this cold out? The last thing you want to do is GET NAKED. And once you've settled in for the night, trying not to shake under the sleeping bag(s), you probably can barely move your fingers, let alone have the energy for actual sex.
And you know what? I bet this is how it actually went:
Day One:
Ray: Hand of Franklin, yay!
Fraser: Let's get to it!
Day Two:
Ray: Fraser, we need to turn the hell around and get back to where BUILDINGS protect you from this ASS-BITING WIND. Because it's only been a DAY, and I already can't tell my balls from my ass, I think I used to have legs, but now they're nothing but a painful BURNING SENSATION, my fingers are burning stumps, and I'm pretty sure we left the skin from my face half a mile thataway. *points towards the vast white*
Fraser: Oh, dear.
Day Three:
Ray: Now that's what I'm talking about. *burrows deeper under covers and tries not to hump the actual walls and warmth that surround him*
Fraser: *sigh*
Day Four:
Fraser: Ray. Ray. Ray. Ray!
Ray: Still cold over here, Fraser.
Fraser: Ray, we cannot possibly stay here indefinitely.
Ray: Says you.
Fraser: *sigh*
Day Six:
Ray: See, I knew you'd break. It's nice under the covers, eh, Frase?
Fraser: I must admit, it...has its benefits.
Ray: Yeah. Benefit this.
Fraser: Ray!
Ray: Just checkin'.
Fraser: Checking what, precisely?
Ray: That nothing important froze and fell off.
Fraser: Well, that...may require a more thorough check, actually.
Ray: Cool.
Day Ten:
Ray: Now, THAT is what I call an adventure.
Fraser: *passed out*
Because I've been at work for over an hour (after wearing two layers all over my body, gloves, hat, you name it, I had it) and I. Am. Still. COLD. THANK YOU.
I wanna go to Mexico.