Day 125: Snow Day.

"Blondes make the best victims. They're like virgin snow that shows up the bloody footprints."
-Alfred Hitchcock

In all my years of higher education, snow has never made class be on hold. However, today was an exception. There was a delay in morning classes, the university did not open until 10, and my second class was canceled. So what did I do after my 10am movement class where I cried hysterically because I am afraid of guns? If you guessed went to the CopperHog with Eli for some day drinking and then pet a bear dog, you are right! And a stalker.

I also took a three hour nap today, I know that was essential information for all of you. But this is important because I fell asleep during a charming film, Cashback, and will now have to re-watch it. Unfortunately, the Netflix account I have been stealing from, I mean using, is not operating correctly... This means only one thing, I must invite someone new into my dwelling and suggest we watch a film on my computer. (evil laugh inserted... here.)

The snow shuffle gear included the dress being worn as a slip for added warmth under by bird dress from ModCloth, with Target black tights, Target grey long socks, Ugg boots donated by my Aunt Suzie, orange hand-knit hat, and cream hand-knit circle scarf. So. Much. Warmth.

Now it is off to bed. Here's to hoping for more snow. It makes everything more beautiful and I also want to keep up this tradition of frolicking with friends in the snow after hours. Tonights main adventure: House scanning will hunting a sled, found "the little engine that could" and went down the double hill of excitement and death. We made it out alive, freezing ass, but alive. Thank you for a beautiful evening Mr. Hightower. I adore you.