Surviving
Dec 9 12:02am-
I am going to chronicle our attempts to survive the ice storm we are having. My wife sent me out into the elements to get the essentials to last until Tuesday when they say the storm will finally pass. Upon my return, my wife was quite dismayed to discover that I had forgot the milk, bread, diapers and medicine for our sons raging fever, but had returned instead with four cases of beer, two bags of pretzels, and a Maxim magazine.
Dec 9 12:11am-
The boredom has started to set in. My wife and I are starting to snip at each other. Also, I'm getting hungry. I'm eying my son wondering how he will taste with pretzels.
Dec 9 12:34am-
It's been a while since I've wrote, but I fear I am becoming weak with hunger. Also, I'm afraid I might have come down with dysentery. I just have to remember to be strong.
Dec 9 12:42am-
The house is starting to get very cold. The wife and I have decided to have "relations" to help us warm up.
Dec 9 12:44am-
The "relations" helped for a while, but now the warmth has started to wear off. My son is stumbling around blind drunk because I forgot the milk and we have resorted to giving him beer in his bottle. When will this nightmare ever end?
Dec 9 1:12am-
I have decided I will have to eat my wife in lieu of my son when the pretzels run out. Oddly, when I told my wife of my change of plans, she was very excited.
Dec 9 2:30am- This will be my last entry for awhile. I hope and pray we can make it through this harrowing experience. My son and I have made it through all the beer and I'm scared to go to sleep now, because he's a mean drunk. My wife is passed out under a pound of pretzels trying to stay warm. If I don't make it, please, remember me kindly.
"If you need braggin' on, let someone else do it"-my dad
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