She: “Be careful! There are bumps around here and I don’t want to tip over.”
Me: “If you do, make a snow angel. There’s some nice, virgin snow on the right. Fall that way.”
She: “Great! That’ll make it easier for the paramedics to find me.”
Me: “I’ll tell them you’re the body with the nice outline.”
She: “If it keeps snowing, there’ll be no outline. I would be the mound on the sidewalk.”
Me: “Hey, you could be the abominable snow body!”
She: “Exactly! Watch where you’re going!”
