But I suppose I’ll get off my prickly thorn bush chair and acknowledge the good in the situation.

I’m in Vermont!  With my family! And there’s always the possibility of snow in the future!

If any of you find this post random, disturbing, or anything unpleasant blame The Chronic Curmudgeon. He told me to write about whatever I felt like and DAMMIT I feel random and spontaneous.

Granted, if there isn’t any snow, I’m doomed to paint the walls of the apartment blue for all eternity, and blue isn’t my favorite color…

But positivity! Think positive! (Cue the tune for The Kinks – Think Visual).

Speaking of music, did I mention that I got the Doors box set Perception for Chanukah? Meaning yes, ladies and gentlemen, I am the proud owner of EVER single song EVER recorded by the Doors. YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS.

Also, I’d like to take a moment to declare glory of Spandex pants. In rifling through my drawers packing for Vermont, I found my spandex leggings from my days as a county class sprinter. *cough cough* freshman year in high school *cough cough*. And being the lovely things that they are, they still fit! And they’re warm! And they’re comfy! And I encourage anyone who feels comfortable in leggings to wear them!

Also, while we’re talking about nice clothes. Let’s give a cheer for socks! Do you ever really think about your socks? They keep your toesies warm, they protect your shoe from any immediate stink, and they prevent that gross skin peel on the back of your heel when you’re wearing in new shoes. I really don’t think anyone gives socks enough credit. Does anyone give a second thought when they disappear in the washing machine? I think we need to start giving a damn about our socks. They deserve it. They should be searched for when they get lost in what my dad calls the HoseZone.

What else is there for me to nonsensically ramble about?

We have a floppy stuffed moose that lives on the top of the couch in front of our window here in Vermont. Somehow, that moose always ends up on the top of my mother’s head. And the interesting thing is, though she never puts it there herself, my mother (the paragon of dignity and class) always takes a while to remove said moose from her noggin. Which is humorous, to say the least.

I don’t really have anything else interesting to say…

Did you miss me?

I wish Global Warming was a Vampire, so I could viciously stab it in the heart with a stake.

The reason for such anger?

I’m in Vermont, on December 23rd, 2006. It’s is 9:19 pm. It is 38 degrees farenheit.

There are 24 trails open, completely reliant on man made snow.

This is beyond dissapointing. This is a letdown by the weather gods.

There once was a Calvin & Hobbes comic like this. Calvin wanted it to snow, so he lay on his sled and demanded that the snow gods send snow. At the time I read it, I thought he was crazy.

Now, I say, let’s grab our snowboards and lie on them outside until it snows.