Not too much to report. I’m still at my parents’ house, still basically snowed in, still going slightly stir-crazy. And, OH JOY, more snow fell overnight. Ugh. I shoveled the deck this morning for almost an hour (they have a big deck) and I feel all tough and accomplished now. Heh. My muscles already hurt, though. And my glasses kept fogging up, which made it kind of difficult to shovel properly. Plus, I was wearing my stepdad’s skipants and jacket, which made me look like the biggest dork. Ah, well.
Here I am, yesterday afternoon, hiding out in the guest bedroom while loud sports was on television (along with loud family members yelling loudly at the t.v. I love them to death, but the yelling is tedious):
Cozy, at least!
& I found some old photos today and took pictures of a few. This one makes me giggle. I was three, and it’s the first time I had dressed myself. And, yep, that’s underwear on my head. Oh, yes. Ha! I actually really dig that outfit, though:
This is Christmas 1983. I love that insane hair! I’ve always had slightly insane hair:
My seventh birthday party. I remember loving that sash SO much! I felt so insanely SPECIAL in it:
I watched Woody Allen’s Sleeper yesterday. I’ve seen it a few times before, but I always love it. For some reason, his character’s line: “An old girlfriend from the village. A Trotskyite, who became a Jesus freak, and was arrested for selling pornographic connect-the-dot books” makes me laugh SO hard. I don’t know why, but it totally gets to me.
More soon! xo