iSnow (Dec 11, 2008)

Current mood:luminous

I expected more snow here. When I think of Pennsylvania, I think of boring as hell. But PREVIOUSLY, when I thought of Pennsylvvania, I thought of how much colder it must be here, what with being closer to the ocean and more UP than Indiana. But for someplace that I expected it to be harsher during the winter, we have had suprisingly little snow. Well, I was talking to Miss Lauren lady last night and she told me there was snow in Indiana and I cursed it. I told her that I wanted snow here, despite the difficulties it may give to those of the population that drive. Well, Lauren said that she would do what she could to make there be snow for me here, and by golly, she did it. :D:D:D  Today gave me snow.

At some point in the wee early hours of the morning, I decided that Carl and I were going to walk to the closest major gas station and buy a half gallon of moo juice. So, as soon as it was light out, we bundled up and looked ridiculous all the way to the gas station. I was having a chilly blast. I got a snowflake in my eye and I said, "AAAAHHHHHH!" and then I giggled like mad. I skuffled my feet and hopped about like a kid. We froze. 

We were almost back home when we took a short cut through a small field with a playground in it. In the middle of the field, I dropped flat on my back in the cold white sky dandruff and made a snow angel. Carl gave it feet. I gave it a boot-print halo. It was rad. :D:D  Then, further into this field, I thwacked him with a snowball and he got me back. By this time we had approached the playground and I came by a most fantastic idea. I was going to slide my happy ass right down that rickety-ass snow covered slide and it was going to be amazing. As it turns out, I was completely correct.

Carl took a picture of me soon after, as we were almost at our doorstep. I was covered, quite thoroughly, in snow. I was like a little snowmanwoman. I know I bitch about the cold. I can't go out and do much when its eighty below. I don't like having to wear more clothes than I normally would. But you know, when there's snow to be had and played in, at least my suffering in the cold has some meaning. Cold is lame with no snow.

Here's to rosy pink frozen cheeks. ;)