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Tuesday December 30, 2003 - 1:45 p.m. I didn't think it was possible to hate the snow this damned much. Hello babies, how is everyone? I am okay, considering I've been quivering under the weight of approximately 438,000 lbs of snow for the past 5 days or so. It. Is. Neverending. Christmas Day was all well and good...I had a lovely holiday, thank you very much, considering. And then. Friday morning. Snow hit this state like I've never seen before in all my time living here. I think we may thaw in, say, June or something. I know, I know, all you people living in Michigan and North Dakota and Canada and all...you deal with this every year. Not the point! Nooooo...not by a long shot. I'm whining because I'm not used to this. And it's not...supposed...to...happen. Dammit. The power went out. For FORTY-EIGHT HOURS. I watched Louise try to dig her car out of the end of the driveway for about an hour, wearing: * Her brand-spanking new flannel pajama pants, presented lovingly to her by moi; * A red t-shirt; * A humongous red terrycloth robe; * Black, high-heeled leather boots, also new, also presented to her by moi. We all sat around and bitched at each other. But in that sort of loving-I-hate-you sorta way. I haven't been able to go out at any really normal frequency since that day. I'm just not good at driving in the snow. I know me my limitations. Indeed I do. But I hate - I hate - losing my independence. Makes me want to spit. I just need to go somewhere sans snow. I brought up San Diego but Louise as well as my mother just about exploded. I'll keep my next idea to myself, dammit. There you go. My crusty little update. At least this year maybe Lake Powell will actually have some water in it... Whatever. Silver linings aren't my thing. Trying to accentuate the positive,
-Mlle R
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