Give me a good massive snow storm, in excess of six inches any day of the week, and I’ll be a lot happier a few days from now. It comes with the territory here- or is supposed to- like Igloos and Eskimos, like the Kardassians (or however you spell their names) and controversy, like Obama and ads telling him to go to…but I digress. Actually, getting back to Eskimos, I sure wouldn’t mind rubbing noses with that one young woman on that Discovery channel program Air Alaska…what’s her name again? She’s so super cute, I think there should be a new superlative- awesomely cute.
But now my mind is rambling, like a two year old trying out a new verbal adventure, particularly because it is not snowing enough. I opened the door and we have a “dusting.” I thought people from places like Florida get a “dusting.” Not here, we are supposed to get ice age wooly mammoth weather descend on us in December and end sometime in the thick of April’s chill. Is someone out there praying fervently for beach weather? Compared with normal, that’s what it feels and looks like. I may have to take a mental hibernation day off from work just to feel normal again…just kidding guys….
If it is snowing heavy in your neighborhood and you don’t like it, you can always put a prayer in for me. After all, I miss the white stuff- it is just not winter without feet of snow, blizzards, and a toasty seat inside where I can read an adventureous tale.