A disturbance in the force ...

Yes, sirree, it's that time of year again, when those dreaded words make their first appearance. So far, tonight is only of the 2-4 cm variety, but still. I hate the stuff.

Well, okay. Enough whining. I will admit that I need it in order for it to feel like Christmas. And there is nothing nicer than hearing those magic words on the radio ("All Schools in Districts 6, 8, 10 and 17 are closed ..."), especially when I can afford to not work that day. I'm looking forward to snuggling back under the covers with the puppy and the cats on those days. But as for the substance itself ... bleah!

If I should happen to win the $37 million tonight on the 6/49 lottery, I will be moving to Montreal, where I will take out a long term rental on a hotel room that's connected to the Underground City, and where I will not have to emerge into the Great White North until April, if I don't want to.

So there. *grin*