Friday, December 09, 2005

Like giant fluffy pillows filled with cocaine



Snow! Cowtown got a couple inches of the white stuff overnight. Thanks, God, for providing the perfect backdrop for my Christmas cocktail party tomorrow. I owe you one.

8 comments:

spydrz said...

Looks like fun. All we got was some rain.

The Dubin said...

Ah, snow, the Lord's blow! I knew there was a reason I wanted to come to Michigan. We got another 4 inches on top of the 2 we already had last night.

It was great until I tried walking to school, and some people hadn't shoveled their sidewalks. I ended up accepting a ride from a stranger. He had a nice, windowless white van, and it was full of candy--funny-tasting candy--so I though, "Hey, a win-win situation!"

No seriously, I was not molested, and I got to school on time. Thanks, kind stranger.

Micah said...

spydrz - You got yours a few days ago.

dubin - You can never be too careful. So, never accept generic candy from a stranger. Only name brand.

Michigan is the land of plenty, isn't it? In addition to the snow, your basketball team even gets the cover of Sports Illustrated.

The Law Fairy said...

Although for now I'm missing the snow, since it really does put me in a holiday mood, come mid-January most of the rest of the country will be wishing they'd made the wise decision I did and had headed southwest-wards. I can always fly home for Christmas (and thus experience a few days of holiday chillful merriment), but the rest of you don't get to wear sandals to work :)

Micah said...

Hey, I could wear sandals to work if I wanted to. I'd likely get gangrene, but I'm perfectly able to wear whatever footwear I want.

And I say bring on the snow in January. I love the stuff. Ice, on the other hand...

The Dubin said...

I agree. Bring on the snow. I went out drinking for a friend's birthday, and I apparently was physically unaware of the fact that it's 14 degrees out. Oops.

Kate The Great said...

Micah, love how you called it "the white stuff".

That is a producer writing crutch that makes news directors cringe.

I'll peg you as my fill-in should I ever call in sick.

Thinking of you (and all yer alcohol) as my a** sits at work.

Micah said...

All those summers at Lil' News Producers Camp paid off!

And you were missed last night. 'Twas fun.