So I spent all morning making friends with the Shovel of Doom, and turning the evil snowy mountain in the driveway into an evil snowy mountain on the side of the driveway. Have triumphed, go me.
I did this wearing my mother's mink coat, so I was nice and toasty warm. She got it from Aunt Virginia when she died- it had to stay in the family and it had to be used. So, I used it. Don't want to piss of Aunt Virginia's ghost. No siree.
(That, and it's so nice and warm and furry and soft...)
Anyway.
It's cold and snowy. I want it to be warm and sunny. Is this too big of a thing to ask? If we're going to die in a nuclear war, goddamn it, I want to die with a tan.
If that's at all possible...
I did this wearing my mother's mink coat, so I was nice and toasty warm. She got it from Aunt Virginia when she died- it had to stay in the family and it had to be used. So, I used it. Don't want to piss of Aunt Virginia's ghost. No siree.
(That, and it's so nice and warm and furry and soft...)
Anyway.
It's cold and snowy. I want it to be warm and sunny. Is this too big of a thing to ask? If we're going to die in a nuclear war, goddamn it, I want to die with a tan.
If that's at all possible...