Whee.

Okay, I'm officially sick of bitching about the weather. So what if we live in a temperate rain forest and I haven't seen the ground for over a week? So what if the last time we had a storm this bad was in 1996 and it snowed and then rained so hard (like they're predicting for this week) that my friend Holly and her daughter Sara, who lived near a creek, had to come stay with us because their house was flooded as were a lot of the roads around here, except we live in the hills so it wasn't a problem, was it?

(Can you tell I've had my grande Caramel Macchiato from Starbux?)

Until about half an hour ago we were having the teeniest, fluffiest little snow flakelets you've ever seen. But apparently that was just the remnant of the storm working its way up the I-5 corridor (which, to me, always sounds like a location out of James Bond) and now it's actually started to do some real snowing.

YEAH! Maybe we'll have a snow day tomorrow and I can cancel my massages!

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Moral of the story: don't try to drive a Honda S2000 in the snow. (I made my husband come home from work early--it's a 45 minute drive on good days. Long live my SUV.)

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I like having fans. I have a few. I have a few who really like my writing, and another group who are fans of my beadwork. It's fun, it strokes my ego, and... it's nice to get a pat on the back every now and again.

Follow the Yellow Brick Road

The trail leads from perceval to awelkin to alphabet26 (so far):

Os gwelwch yn dda, recommend to me:

1. A movie.
2. A book.
3. A musical artist, song, or album.
4. An LJ user not on my friends list.
5. Something to do in the next two months.

thankyewverymuch.