Snowing REALLY hard this morning!!!

It's beautiful but treacherous...again, I'm grateful I live so close to work. Giant Snow castle sculpture should be a go--AFTER the snow stops falling. (I may need a spray bottle to get it to harden enough to keep a shape; it's fluffy like feathers. the kind of snow you dream about as a little kid.)
Yes, talking about the weather can be dull..unless you can lose fingers and ears to it and it can possibly kill you. (It's warmer now, though,blessed relief!)
A couple of co-workers have been singing that damn "Michelle" song at me--the Paul McCartney one. (Must...control...fist..of...death!) time for me to craft rude songs in their honor. (Pity there's no song with "Cameron" in it...is there?)
Relax, folks, I'm not going to open fire or anything--just me singing rude lyrics and a big Pththpthppth in their general direction. Would that more conflicts can be cured that way...

Ms Fledermaus, slow on the draw today, having trouble checking hotmail and such...high traffic today? or possibly the snowstorm? I haven't a clue...

A small prose interlude...

As I wander through this twisted, frozen land, lantern held up to the swirling sky above,
I cry out to the howling, scalding wind
that pushes at my back and freezes my eyes...
"RIIIIIICCCHaaaarrrrdddddddd......!!!!"
And the skies churn with the colors of metal and cold, cold waters that close over my head and drown out light,sound and breath.
"You TWIT, You cold've SAID You were going on vacation....Or wherever!!!!"
The snow whirls around her eyes in a dervish of white.
"It's been TWO WEEKS!!! Why does it feel like MORE? I blame you, Richarrrrrd!!!"
And the screams of the wind drowns out the whispered sorrows of a voice fighting the deadening finality of the muffling snow...
"Dammit, who am I gonna write bad haikus to now that you've gone?!?!?!? I miss you, you Limey
Web-footed poetry-writing Sonuva...."
And the wind rips away the last of her rantings, blown into the cold of the freshwater seas....


Ms Fledermaus, in a small rdsc-missing interlude.
"sniffle" he would have been proud of my Troll-Temps piece...really he would...*whonk*