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Tuesday, December 04, 2007

Anyone notice how bitchin' the snow is right now???

Just got back from being outside for an hour in just some sweatpants, sweater, and slippers, and I'm really freaking hot! The winter night sky is THE most beautiful thing to me. It could only be better if there was a full moon and it was gently snowing....well, one out of two ain't bad. :)

It's sooo much fun sliding on the snow. The top layer isn't crusty ice, but more like concrete snow. It's the weirdest thing; I don't remember it ever feeling like this before (but my memory isn't that great so who knows?). I don't know, something about snow just gives me that light-hearted feeling, like going down a huge hill on a rollercoaster or something.

Aner's here with the dog and Jesse (who was circumcised and had some other weewee surgery so he has to wear a catheter, ouch) so I took Red and Doochie for a quick walk. BAD IDEA. The white dog just goes nuts when she's outside and I tripped and she dragged me over the ice-snow for like 3 feet! Stupid-ass dog!

You know what? I think I'm going back out. XD

"Winter came down to our home one night
Quietly pirouetting in on silvery-toed slippers of snow,
And we, we were children once again."
~Bill Morgan, Jr.