Snow and Freezing Rain

Merrie e-mailed me this: "Auntie April. Merrie and Robin look out window see snow. Mama get snowsuits. Mama slow. We go outside. Snow turn to rain. Sad Merrie!"

Poor kid. I useta h8 when that kinda thing wd happ when I was a little!

Meanwhile, Mike also wrote to me:

Littlest Sis,

Enjoy being a carefree teen. Before you know it, life will get complicated! Something made me remember an ascerbic anecdote that occurred when I was a tender nineteen. I'd been working a night job, and I was talking to Lizardbreath while I combed my beard, brushed my teeth, and got my jacket before leaving for said job. I told her, "I'm never gonna get used to working nightshift. This business of getting up in the afternoon is weird! By the time I shower an' get dressed, the day's half gone--an' I still have to go downtown an' do stuff! --On top of that, Rhetta says I'm not spending enough time with her!! It's not fair!" Our sister of the reptilian breath asked me, "What's not fair?"" And as I made my egress with Eddie at my side, I said, "All my life, I looked forward to growing up.... 'Cause I thought it would be easier!"

And you know what, young sister? It's only gotten harder and more complicated, as you can tell from my travails with plumbing and Neanderthal neighbours. At least I have the solace of Sheilagh Shaugnnesseey (I must settle on a standardized spelling for that name) and the travails she dictates to me as I enscribe, ever the diligent scribe, not an unwilling scrivener like that shiftless Bartleby!

Well, I must away, inspiration calls again! I just decided to add a scene where Sheilaugh must fill her own cavities using an ice pick and some modeling clay!

Love,

Michael Patterson

Um, rite. Well, I'm gonna B jammin' w/the band a bit l8r. But first, I'm meeting Dunc @ Horny T's 4 sum dbl dbl's. It's just the weather 4 it, eh?

Apes