Damaged Goods

we may be damaged but we're still good. s.

he's baaaack

... or is he?

can't recall a time when this has happened to me before. someone who was so huge in my life/growth/development/whatever who disappears comes back.

i invited it sure, but i completely expected total, utter and thorough failure.

so shame on me when my plan backfired -and succeeded.

So now he's back. or, he was yesterday.

and who is this mystery caller?

bring the white stuff. bring it!

is it snowing there?


um -NO. and thank the lawd or allah or whomever b/c the folks down here are what i've heard termed SnowStupid. It's depressing. An inch? Head for the hills! Ohhh neighbor, have you stocked up on toiletpaper and milk? Better get your move on!
so -YES i hated digging my car out each morning -not to use it but only so that when the roads had less than 6 inches of packed ice/ripped up road/snow i'd have a car left and not a car shaped glacier.

Sigh. It's not a battle i can win. I shall miss it from afar, and enjoy the fact that in early december i still wasn't wearing a jacket and i'm sure come march i'll be back to pissed off that i can't wear flip flops to work.

time to get back to work. bah.