Dear Snow, You Suck.

Yesterday, we had yet more snow and sleet so another workday lost to the elements this week. I don't know whose ass to kick first, Mother Nature or Old Man Winter. I've got two feet, so maybe I can kick both asses at once. Multi-tasking I believe it's called, or alternately "multi-ass-kicking".

So I suppose I'll be eating whatever I can scrounge from the Dollar Tree this month. Wonderful. I do love those 50-cent pot pies and the imitation "cheese" slices. Nummy.

*does a retarded little dollar-store dance*


Snow, snow, stinking stupid snow. I hate you and the clouds you were crapped out of. So there.


More of the same out this window as well. And it just keeps coming down. Fuck you, snow.

Supposedly I'll be able to make up the time I've lost. The Accursed Catalog went to the printer on Thursday but I'm still doing some rushed last-minute stuff we can print ourselves on Monday, then I'm off to Philadelphia for a trade show Wednesday and will take the train back home Friday.


While I'm gone I suppose Grady will lay waste to my apartment and everything I own. He found another stink bug last night and helpfully teased it until it spewed out bug-stink so there's still a weird smell in that corner of the room. I fully expect my apartment to be crawling with the nasty things while I'm gone.

Oh yeah, more snow on Tuesday. Yaaay.