Looped-de-Loo!

...First... it's SNOWING! I love snow. I love rain, too, but snow has so many possibilities. You can walk in rain, splash through puddles, and if you have to stay indoors because a giant Neanderthal barricaded all the doors just to spoil your fun... You can put on flannel pj's and socks and open a window on the side of the house farthest away from the spoilsport and snuggle under the covers while the wind blows the drapes this way and that. Good sleeping weather.

Then, there's snow. You can slush through snow, cross-country ski across Ms-Hair-Up-Her-Ass' lawn, sled down the hill at the top of the road, wave when the giant Neanderthal runs out of the house and yells at you as you go sliding by, and BEST OF ALL, you can make anatomically correct snow people. I like making entire villages.

How else do you use up those crooked carrots and celery stalks and did you know that chocolate chip cookies make great nipples on breasts? Learn something every day - sigh.

The weather person said we'd get 3 inches of snow last night. We got 18 inches. This morning, he said the extra 15 were a favor to the kids cause they closed schools. Cowboy had to leave his car at the airport and he took a helo home. Landing a helo in the backyard is always a treat - the outside Rotts go nutso, the neighbors all rush over to watch and the rotors blow all the snow this way and that. Stand in front of the helo when it lands and you'll be covered in a mini-avalanche and no one will find you till spring thaw unless the Rotts pee on you and there's a good chance they'll do that if you stand still long enough.

Personally, I think the only reason the giant squid came home early was to make sure I wasn't out in the front yard making those anatomically correct snow people. I wanted to... but I'm just now beginning to feel well again and I didn't want to tempt pneumonia. Maybe tomorrow.

SWAT! The hell you will!

Tsk.

Yesterday, Glory made bourbon balls and rum balls. She and Vi and I ate ALL of them and boy oh boy! We were looped! I'm not much of a drinker - a sip of wine now and then and once in a great while, kahlua on the rocks with a twist of lime. So several dozen bourbon and rum balls later... we were giggling like crazy, telling wild stories from our youth - theirs, not mine - and enjoying our alcoholic high. Vi decided we should learn how to belly dance... Glory decided we should learn how to shimmy correctly... I gathered up strings and strings of beads for us to wear and chose some belly dancing/shimmy music and we were dancing and prancing all over the living room floor - half naked cause we had to show off our bellies and we shimmied so well... some of our clothes fell off although the beads stayed on - and Cowboy and David and Max came home...

David was vastly amused and leaned against the wall to watch. Cowboy, a veteran of my many "moonlight dances" made a strong pot of coffee - not sure if that was for him or for us. Max did a critique and made suggestions, all of which were slightly lewd and made his ladies giggle. Cowboy said the breath on the three of us could knock out an entire SEAL team. Tsk - I thought that was a rude thing to say. Glory poured him a glass of peach brandy and that pretty much shut him up.

SWAT!

Tsk.

We're expecting more snow tonight and there's a good chance we'll be snowed in. Vi and Glory and Max are supposed to fly out on Wednesday - down to New Orleans to spend time with friends before heading back to Chicago - but if we can't make it to the airport, they've promised to make my snow people village. I'm sketching the scenes - Glory will make a can-can dancer. She has a bustier to fill with snow to make the correct cleavage. Vi will make "ordinary" snow people - tsk. And Max has agreed to make a few unsavory characters. That man has a wonderfully perverted sense of humor.

I went to bed early last night - wiped out from the chocolate alcoholic treats. This morning I asked Cowboy if the ladies did anything naughty after I went to bed. He rolled his eyes and said the apple doesn't fall far from the tree.

Tsk Do you suppose he meant me?

Double Tsk.

~Sar~