After several mild years, it seems we are getting an honest-to-goodness Minnesota winter. People were always whining, "Oh no! We're not going to have a white Christmas! It just doesn't seem like Christmas without any snow." Well, we've got plenty of fucking snow now. Still doesn't seem like Christmas to me, but I haven't heard anyone bitching about it. Hope you assbags are happy. Me? I'm cold.
Minneapolis declared the first snow emergency of the season today. I can't remember the last time we had one before the first of the year. Honestly, I'm happy about it. After the shitty, shitty, SHITTY plowing job after the first now a couple of weeks ago, I've been avoiding parking front of my apartment. Alas, there was nothing across the street last night and I had a lot of stuff to carry, so I didn't have much of a choice. I spent 20 minutes shoveling my car out today. Granted, I'm glad I did it earlier, when it was above 20. It's now below zero and windy as fuck, so it would be highly unpleasant going out and moving my car before the 9:00 deadline. And my street will be plowed by the time I get up tomorrow. Yay!
I had to dig my car out and brave the snow to attend my dad's family's Christmas festivities out in the 'burbs. Alas, with the shitty roads, I couldn't drink much (remedying that right now) and I didn't want to stay too long. It was a fantastic time, though. As was our cousins-only gathering last night. Part of my present didn't make the trip from Madison, but that's okay. I scored a necklace and some awesome wine glasses as it was. My cousin's three-year-old daughter begged me to hold her and proceeded to feel me up. It's true -- everyone loves boobies.
Since I was sober and the snow had stopped, I had really high hopes of finishing my shopping. I was driving past the mall, anyway. I needed just two things. I got one (and a couple things for myself. I needed them. Really!), but Macy's thwarted me by not having any decent winter hats that would match my mom's jacket. FUCK YOU, MACY'S. The ones they did have were like, $45 and not on sale. Jerks. Meh. I need to/from tags anyway. So I guess I'll be hitting Target some time in the next couple of days. I can't possibly get shit done early. All I can ever hope for is "in time."
Oh, and how 'bout those fucking Golden Gophers? Suck it, Pitino! Ski-U-Mah!