But I get to leave the snow on Saturday.

You may leave the snow...but the snow doesn't leave you.

The cold will stick in your bones like...like...extra bone marrow.

Cold bone marrow. Made of marrow-like ice.

And stuff.

MM, I so wish you would write novels - the likes of Gaiman or especially Pratchett come to mind - you have such an amazing imagination. I bet you could easily create and write about wonderful imaginary worlds and situations.

And Jess, if you see this, I think E has a twin in Denver. I was in front of a guy at a traffic light that looked just like him. Well, until he started speed-eating what looked like french fries. I've never seen someone stuff so much food in their mouth in such a short time. (It'd be funny if E were in fact traveling in Denver for some reason and you were able to tell him over the phone, "You're gonna choke if you snarf down fries like that. Slow down and chew, m'kay?")

I've been trying to remember my most miserable Chicago day. When the snow was horizontal and I had frost on my eyebrows and I couldn't see- my eyes were tearing up so bad. Nope. It's no good. I still miss winter.

I still miss winter.

You have your choice of any number of Buffistas to visit that live in wintery areas.

I lived in CA for 6 or 7 years before moving to CO right after graduating high school. It took me four times of moving back and forth between CA and CO to realize that I loved CO. I bitch about the heat and the cold from time to time but this is "home".

I try really hard to remember that when my tires are spinning on ice.

MM, I so wish you would write novels - the likes of Gaiman or especially Pratchett come to mind - you have such an amazing imagination. I bet you could easily create and write about wonderful imaginary worlds and situations.

Awww. Thank you.

Now if I weren't stuck on Chapter Two of my Gaiman/Pratchett-esque novel...

Stuck? Throw in a Clown College! You already have characters for it, according to Natter.

Making so-so progress on my vacation to-do list today. I started the day tackling the guestroom and lost my motivation about a half hour ago. Maybe some coffee will rev me up.

Stuck? Throw in a Clown College! You already have characters for it, according to Natter.

That wouldn't quite...hmmmmm...

It took me four times of moving back and forth between CA and CO to realize that I loved CO. I bitch about the heat and the cold from time to time but this is "home".

Just talked with someone else at Corporate. I may still yet get to bitch about the heat and the cold.

After living in Chicago for 11 years, the winters still seem too mild to me. I guess my brain is permanently stuck on central Wisconsin being the norm....

I may still yet get to bitch about the heat and the cold.

I finally had to stop keeping my fingers crossed because of the whole cramping thing, but you can bet that each time I think of you the thought is always followed by, "It'd be *so cool* if Suz lived here." Sometimes it's followed by, "We could fight crime! But in time we'd probably be lured to the dark side..."

As a side note, did the box ever get there?

MM, I just searched in COMM for your boardname and there were thirteen pages of results. THIRTEEN! PAGES! Dude, the masses need you. Write, damn it!

(If that's too pushy, feel free to kick me. Which would be difficult with me being all the way over here... and also the only reason I brought it up. However, if you do make the trip just to kick me, bring the family. I have a guestroom and one day it'll be clean again. Besides - I bet Aimee and Em would bandage me up.)