February 19
 
 

 
 
 
 

I'm glad to hear that the temperature is going up to 80.  That's right.  80.  Here in Connecticut, later this afternoon, so I won't have to dig my car out from the hip deep snow in which it is currently entombed.  I'm stumped, to be completely honest.  How the hell do I move that much snow?  Where do I put it?  I spent my first 25 years in New York, never ever touching a shovel, so the whole thing is a bit of a mystery.  80 degree weather will help that shit right along.  What? It could happen.

We were kind of helped out with the shoveling thing.  The neighbor on the other side of our driveway, (previously dubbed the Naked Neighbor, by yours truly) has a bad habit of throwing whatever it is he happens to want out of his way onto our property.  During the winter, he flings snow onto our cars, during the summer/fall, he blows leaves onto our front yard.  Monday, after it had been snowing for about 8 solid hours, we heard someone start up a snow blower.  Nick went to the window in time to see a wall of snow shooting towards the house.  He swung outside and kind of yelled "Can you not do that?".  The person stopped blowing.  Long story short:  it was a hired person and NOT the neighbor, and they felt so bad that they cleared our sidewalk and the path leading up to the house.  Nick shoveled out his car and the end of the driveway, which leads us back to my poor car, trapped.

Fucking snow.  What do I DO with all the snow?  Anyhow, my grandmother called me this morning to warn me that before I started my car, I was to clear the snow away from my tail pipe, because someone in New York DIED--that's right, they DIED--when they sat in their car as it was warming up, with the buried tailpipe.  My reply: "Everyone knows New Yorkers are stupid, what do you expect?"
 

The only good thing about the snow was that it extended my vacation by a day.
 

Hah, remember I said that I was going to write longer entries when I was back at work?  Right.  Seriously, though, things are pretty mellow.  I went to the mall over the weekend with my mom and we had makeovers!  She wound up spending about 100 dollars on makeup for me.  So far, I've worn the lipstick/gloss combo only.  Can't you tell?  Look at the photo! That's lipstick, kids.  I'm out of control!
 

I keep meaning to tell you all the story of my grandmother and the tits guy.  Next time.  Time after next time at the latest, I swear.
 
 

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