Before I begin with this extremely important post, I'd like to thank everyone who answered my highly scientific survey. It was fun to hear from everyone. I particularly like the stories where someone says "My [insert name of loved one here] told me to read you, so I did." I had no idea so many people were named Insert Name of Loved One Here. It'd be hard to call those people in for dinner.
Second, my Christmas-themed mug of the day also coincides with my theme of the atmosphere.
It snowed! And it iced! It's treacherous! Yay!
Those flakes on my mug? They're real. Really that mug is just cream-colored, and that's how big the snowflakes are in front of it.
I did have plans to get my hair colored today, because the snow has apparently hit my roots and stayed there, but my hairdresser called at 8:36 a.m. to see if I was coming in. I told her I could but that my hair was not as important as her life, and if she couldn't get in I could reschedule. Okay, I totally lied. My hair is WAY more important than her life, but it seemed like the nice thing to say.
We also have plans tomorrow, plans I have been looking forward to for over a month, and said plans are 90 miles away. I don't know if we can get there or not. The snow part isn't that scary, but the part where it was raining not men but ice all night? Yeah.
In Michigan, every road would be clear now and covered in delightful-for-the-environment salt. During storms, we all go to the road with giant pretzels and crudites and just dip 'em in the street. It's a Michigan tradition. However, the roads here are exactly the way they were last night, and everyone is flapping their manicured hands and patting at themselves with magnolia leaves, totally getting the vapors over what to do to the roads.
And then they go in and make barbecue.
Sometimes I miss the hearty no-nonsense Midwest.
But guess who is delighted about this tundra?
I know this is out of focus, but it's the only one I took where any part of her body is still in the frame. She is TEARING around the back yard like a madwoman. She's part Tibetan spaniel, you know. It snows a lot in Tibet.
We took her for a walk last night, as this storm was coming down. I finished my statistics book and wanted to get it in the FedEx (mention number 38747383) (you know what I'm gonna do? Every time I say "FedEx" I am gonna put it in exciting font, so it really stands out. I'm telling you, ANY DAY NOW, big money. BIIIIIG FedEx money) –let's just start this paragraph over.
See, I was EARLY getting my book back, and I was excited about beating my deadline, but the roads were bad so I decided to walk two or three blocks to the FedEx box and walk the dog at the same time, and the point of this stupid story is that Tallulah pulled like a banshee (not that they are famous for pulling, really) the whole way there, and when I got to the box it said, "Mail has already been picked up due to weather."
And there were a few magnolia leaves scattered near the box.
The birds are saying, "Where we sit? Buttz chilly."
Okay, I'd better go. The comment of the week is more the conversation of the week, because many of the commenters got all up in this gay porn Santa topic, and just go click on This Week's Special if you want to taint your image of Santa forever.