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I love snow. Love love love. Of course, that might change by March but for right now, I'm completely twitterpaited. I got up bright and early this morning, bounced on the bed until the Boy got up and went out to merrily shovel the snow. Yes, merrily. After about 15 minutes, the Boy managed to drag his butt outside too, only to get bombarded with snowballs. He makes neat noises when snow goes down his collar and he's only half awake. I love snow.
I need a hill. You see, if I had a hill and all this snow, I could justify buying a sled. A nifty tobogan type sled like I always wanted but never got. And I could zoooom down my hill on my sled in the lovely snow. Why don't I have a hill. Don't give me any of that "coastal plain" bullshit, cause I ain't listening. I want a hill and I want it before the snow disappears. Maybe I can find one on ebay.
Ack, is it time for turkey yet? This sitting in my office thing is obviously for the birds. I should go home and play in the snow until I'm frozen, then come inside and make homemade hot chocolate and snugle with the Boy. Except Boy's sitting in his office somewhere and isn't being very snuglable. But hey, 3 outa 4 ain't bad. And I could paint while drinking my hot chocolate if there's no Boy handy. Hmmm...there's a plan, right there. I don't really need to read this report on underwater autonomy right now. There's snow to be appreciated.
I need a hill. You see, if I had a hill and all this snow, I could justify buying a sled. A nifty tobogan type sled like I always wanted but never got. And I could zoooom down my hill on my sled in the lovely snow. Why don't I have a hill. Don't give me any of that "coastal plain" bullshit, cause I ain't listening. I want a hill and I want it before the snow disappears. Maybe I can find one on ebay.
Ack, is it time for turkey yet? This sitting in my office thing is obviously for the birds. I should go home and play in the snow until I'm frozen, then come inside and make homemade hot chocolate and snugle with the Boy. Except Boy's sitting in his office somewhere and isn't being very snuglable. But hey, 3 outa 4 ain't bad. And I could paint while drinking my hot chocolate if there's no Boy handy. Hmmm...there's a plan, right there. I don't really need to read this report on underwater autonomy right now. There's snow to be appreciated.
