Thursday, Apr. 24, 2003
Dear Diary: I woke up this morning, stretched, looked up at the skylight and saw that overnight we'd got A BUTTLOAD OF FREAKING SNOW!!! You know that scene in "Home Alone" where Macaulay Culken is running down the hall, waving his arms and screaming? Well, that was my first reaction. ARRRRRGGGGGGGGHHHHHHH! And then I remembered that the spousal unit had really been on my case about getting the snow tires on the Marnmobile changed for the all season radials. The words "lazy" and "disorganized" had been bandied about in my general direction. HAH! DOUBLE HAH! Now, because of this insanely late snowfall, I was no longer lazy and disorganized. Nuh UH. Now I was simply extremely prescient! A lesser woman might gloat about this situation. As I sat up in bed and looked out the window into the yard, I noticed that he had driven his truck up the extremely steep road to our house yesterday. The truck that is proudly sporting its summer tires. The truck that is now stranded because it would be too dangerous to drive down on those tires until the snow melts away in the next day or so. A lesser woman might gloat about this situation. Oh, who am I trying to kid here? For a few seconds there I was the Universal Epicentre of Gloating, a veritable black hole of gloating. It was all too brief. Then I realized two things: Remember that scene in "Home Alone" where Macaulay Culken is running down the hall, waving his arms and screaming? Well, I've decided that's my final reaction. Drat. And for a second there I was having so very much fun getting my gloat on. Goal for 2003: 500 miles - 804.5 kilometers
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