I don’t mean to state the obvious but IT IS SNOWING in Seattle. And it won’t stop. It just keeps coming. And coming. And coming doooowwwwwwn.
“Snow is like a penis. If it isn’t 6 inches, there’s no point.”
For the record, we’re way past six inches. There’s a point to all this penis, I mean SNOW.
You know how I sometimes complain about vacuuming the apartment building? Yeah well I found a new apartment management task that I dislike more- shoveling snow. While it’s a good work out, I could do without it. This morning I went out and shoveled and shoveled and shoveled. I have photographic evidence:
Our building was the only one for blocks and blocks to have a clear walkway. That either makes me a very good manager or a stupid one. Because about an hour later, it started to snow again. At least there is salt down now so ice won’t accumulate. Or will it? What the hell do I know? I have never lived in snow before.
The snow is like creme brulee out there- a crunchy top layer of ice with soft snow underneath. Even though creme brulee is yellow in color, please do not eat the yellow snow. It’s not actually creme brulee!
I know I proclaimed to be a lover of snow and I *do* love it. I just wish Seattle was better equipped to deal with it. And that I had friendly elves to install chains on my car. And that I wasn’t such an ice pussy so that I could actually drive in it.
The good news is: I have booze. I am totally set. If you need me, I’ll be here drinking in my pajamas.