My so-called journal

Sorry to burst anyone's bubble, but snow is not fun. (Everything you know is wrong. Dogs are not our friends. Benjamin Franklin was the only president of the United States who was never actually president of the United States.)

We had more snow today, and I'm getting very tired of it. It gets crappy and dirty fast, and it's thawed and re-frozen so many times this year, it makes walking very treacherous. I haven't broken any bones yet this winter, but unfortunately winter isn't over.








I'm looking forward to Sunday, when we'll get a full hour extra of daylight! It's something, anyway.

We got dumped on today; fortunately it was snow—not rain—but still walking in snow all day is like walking on a sandy beach—great for your calf muscles, but you end up sore.




This is the virgin snowfall on my roof; big dogs generally like snow, but my little Aussie terrier is no fan of it.




I'm just glad I didn't have to shovel!


(I know if I had a bigger flist, someone would complain and ask me to cut it…what the hell.)