Thursday Kitteh Blog (12/18/2008)

Kittehs in the snow! We had some fairly significant snowfall since last I blogged, and last night and this morning, the kittehs went out onto the back deck to explore the snow. They really seemed to like it, which I find weird, since I hate the snow. But that's just me.

I think the pictures are fairly self-explanatory, and you can see that the snow was pretty deep out in my part of the world.

And now, I must add a few non-kitteh related words.

1. To the asshole in the Focus who felt the need to pass me this morning: I know I was only going 20, but the speed limit there in the best of circumstances is only 35. Dude, I was going as fast as I felt comfortable and safe going. And yes, it gave me great pleasure to flip you off as you flipped me off as you passed me. I don't wish any long-term hurtful evil on you, because I'm better than that, I just wish you a limp dick through the rest of the year.

2. To the fashion critics of the world: Yep, those Ugg boots are ugly. And you're right, no one in LA really has a reason to wear them, but, my chocolate brown fake Uggs (Fuggs if you will; mine are by Body Glove), kept my feet warm and dry while I scraped the snow off my car and shoveled my front porch. So warm and dry, in fact, that I did not realize how wet and cold my jeans were until I took the boots off when I got in the house. So mock the LA girls who wear them if you must, but if the snow's flying, then Uggs are acceptable foot gear in my book.

3. To all the transplanted Washingtonians who "grew up driving in the ice and snow." If you've lived here for more than 5 years, you're one of us. We don't drive in this shit every year, and no, we're not good at it. I spent years driving in places with ice and snow too, including Illinois, Germany, and Ohio (and Maryland, too, where it snows every year although you wouldn't know it from the way they drive); that does not mean that I'm an expert snow and ice driver. Neither are you, so STFU (shut the fuck up) or I'll wish limp dick on you, too . Oh, and if you're reading this, I'm probably not actually speaking to you but to someone else. And BTW, real Washingtonians don't bother with umbrellas; the fact that you carry one is one of the ways we know you're not truly one of us (although you still drive in snow like one of us).

I think that's all I have for today. Now it's time to work before I have to go back out in that shit and drive around some more.