Yeah, yeah - everyone in colder climes laugh. It's a freaking miracle in these parts. And we won't be sweating our wool & velvet-clad asses off tomorrow at Dickens on the Strand in Galveston.
Happy birthday to Merla & Sam and anyone else I missed. Apologies - not only am I now banned from RIAS at work as it's deemed a social site, but one of my dearest friends/coworkers finally lost the good fight with her H1N1/pneumonia-weakened bad lungs on Saturday. It had been a long haul, and I'm glad she's out of pain. I know how she would have breezed in the door this morning: "Holy SHIT it's SNOWING!!" Called our 6'4" UT football hero president a dumbass probably every day and he was crying so hard he couldn't finish the eulogy Wednesday. I love people like that.
Now 'scuse me while I make another absinthe and catch up on Suited Rabbit Land.