Happy Thanksgiving!
We were supposed to go up to Maine with friends, but when we woke up we were greeted by the oh-so-lovely sight of snow.
You know, it wasn't that long ago when I reacted to the first snowfall of the season with "Ooh, look! Snow!" My reaction this morning? "Eeeew!" I think it has something to do with the eight feet of snow we got that first winter here, and how it didn't disappear for five months. Literally. It was interesting (if depressing) watching the mountain of snow from our apartment window grow as winter wore on, but it was also interesting to watch it melt in Spring, and see all the different layers reveal themselves by the dirt plowed with the snow. It was kind of like a transient geological survey, only white(ish).
So, anyway, I discovered that I like big dumps of snow that disappear quickly. I would miss snow if we ever moved to Australia, or the Sahara, but I have absolutely no joy of seeing it lie on the ground for months at a time. All the first snowfall means is that fall is really truly gone, and that's very sad.
But, the irony is that as soon as we decided that it would be better all around if we didn't go North, the sun came out.
Figures.
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As for the subject line...
Okay, so I'm working on the smut again, and I came up with this line (as S&H finally consumate their relationship)...
( Read more... )I'm having a very difficult time taking this at all seriously. I'm afraid it shows.
Ach well.
Hope you all have a happy holiday (if it's a holiday for you)!
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