Snowglobe Season...

It's finally snowing. The flakes are *huge* I tried catching one with my tongue and got *splatted* in the face. It's really picture-perfect. And wet.
*Shakes snow out of hair*

My holiday was a good one; very laid-back and quiet. i hung out with various people and finished little projects and watched "Sleepy Hollow" and "Behind Enemy Lines"(?) and finished I"s doll...(E-mil me, sir, your order's up!!) I also have a giant snowfall of mail to plow through this morning...*siiiiigh* You pay for your pleasures, yes indeedy...

Ms Eff, who will write tons more...after a coffee..and some work is out of the way...and a little more coffee....

A little workplace cheer....

Brick-a-bracka, firecracker, sis-boom-bah!!!
Ibuprofin, ibuprofin, Rah, rah, RAH!!!

(I'm so lucky the Control room has a big bottle.)

My coworker and I slogged through most of the annoying stuff...I'm already ready to go home...hmmm, guys? Guys? There's a blizzard out...can we go home early? Ummmm..the traffic's gonna be bad... *Wills them to forget I walk to work* Puh-leeeeeeeease?

A FlederFunFact...

...All this snow is reminding me of something that happened as a little, little kid. I was five going on six, staying with my grandparents. I'd lived in Hawaii for a couple of years, and I'd forgotten that snow was in fact cold. Icicles were an endless source of fascination, and fun to lick besides. I was coming inside with my little brother, saw the frost and ice on the iron railing near the door, and well...

Okay, how many of you saw "A Christmas Story?"
*Counts hands*
Remember that scene when the kid got stuck to the railing by his tongue?

Yep. that's exactly what happened.

And then my little brother, who didn't realize what happened, tugged at my arm to get me inside...and pulled me off the railing, leaving behind a little skin. Owwwwwww....

Grandma figured out what happened in about two seconds. I remember eating a lot of ice-cream to get my tongue to stop bleeding. It healed without any trouble, but even now as an adult whenever I look closely at an icy bit of iron I clamp my lips a little tighter to protect my poor tongue.

So there you are.