the white stuff
Dec. 6th, 2003 07:10 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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fangirl715 to the point of passing death chicken through her sinuses:
Note that the weathermen have been disturbingly perky about reporting on this storm. As in "ok, so one hand is pointing out the front, and where is their other hand?" sort of perky.
by now, she'll be bright pink and shaking, but, mostly under control.
administer spiked eggnog. wait.
return to weathermen topic, pantomime what you think is really happening.
"Oh, oh yeah, and if the front hits at the right spot, mmmmmm, during the high tides tomorrow, [sharp intake of breath] then the snow will last for another 24 hours, o, oh, OH OH OH, OOOOOOOH! YEAH! ... [satisfied sigh] So, you can expect a lot more of the White Stuff tonight."
I got to the gym to find out they were closing an hour earlier than their listed early closing for the weather, and had time to parboil, but not much else. I decided to reward my failure to work out by dutifully stopping fangirl's on the way back and taste-testing her brownies, to, um, make sure they were ok. :) (And I stopped twice to make snow angels, per my IM withblackbear88)
After sharing select supersnail photos, and watching the male figure-skaters, I fondly recalling lissard's biker butt (completely negating the theory of assless canadians).
Trudging homeward I ecided that I would offer rides to any of the few remaining non-cancelled parties to anyone who came over to dig my car out of the snow. (srakkt suggested that I shouldn't need to dig out the car, if it has all-wheel drive. I pointed out that I do need to see out of the car -- not to mention get *into* the car to see out of it -- he hasn't had any snow in a few years.)
Then neighborhood folks whose plans were cancelled decided to call a last minute party in walking (home in a drunken stupor) distance. Yay.
fangirl715 to the point of passing death chicken through her sinuses:Note that the weathermen have been disturbingly perky about reporting on this storm. As in "ok, so one hand is pointing out the front, and where is their other hand?" sort of perky.
by now, she'll be bright pink and shaking, but, mostly under control.
administer spiked eggnog. wait.
return to weathermen topic, pantomime what you think is really happening.
"Oh, oh yeah, and if the front hits at the right spot, mmmmmm, during the high tides tomorrow, [sharp intake of breath] then the snow will last for another 24 hours, o, oh, OH OH OH, OOOOOOOH! YEAH! ... [satisfied sigh] So, you can expect a lot more of the White Stuff tonight."
I got to the gym to find out they were closing an hour earlier than their listed early closing for the weather, and had time to parboil, but not much else. I decided to reward my failure to work out by dutifully stopping fangirl's on the way back and taste-testing her brownies, to, um, make sure they were ok. :) (And I stopped twice to make snow angels, per my IM with
blackbear88)After sharing select supersnail photos, and watching the male figure-skaters, I fondly recalling lissard's biker butt (completely negating the theory of assless canadians).
Trudging homeward I ecided that I would offer rides to any of the few remaining non-cancelled parties to anyone who came over to dig my car out of the snow. (
srakkt suggested that I shouldn't need to dig out the car, if it has all-wheel drive. I pointed out that I do need to see out of the car -- not to mention get *into* the car to see out of it -- he hasn't had any snow in a few years.)Then neighborhood folks whose plans were cancelled decided to call a last minute party in walking (home in a drunken stupor) distance. Yay.
