Snow.

[Little Irish]

Just in case you are unaware, when it snows you can get away with all sorts of shenanigans that ordinarily would be shunned in civilised society.

For example, this morning I went out dressed like a bag lady. Woolly hat, walking boots, socks over boots to give me ice-sticking spider feet. Nothing matched and not two shits did I give, that is the beauty of sudden heavy snow. In fact, I went out of my way to clash everything. I don't even have a hat-head but a hat I did don.

Late for work? Paaah! Just utter the words "fucking snow, I'm lucky to have got here alive!" Doesn't matter that I actually set off an hour later than normal. Sat inside having a nice cup of tea. All those fuckers who never even bothered and are "working from home" will never escape that taint while I'm a hero for calling in and rewarded immediately by being told to go back home in case it freezes over. The others won't be forgiven so easily.

Driving. You can drive like a snail and no shitty Audi driver can do a thing about it. Drive backwards if you like. Park wherever you wish and just pretend you had to abandon for safety reasons should the authorities get a tad snarky.

Food. Eat what you like. Calories don't work in snow.

I don't expect this thread to have legs, I just wanted to share my snow scamming observations and add to this glorious forum.

[wirthling]

Photo of you dressed up as winter bag lady or it didn't happen.

[Little Irish]

Photo of you dressed up as winter bag lady or it didn't happen.

Too late. I'm snug inside. Also, I feel without the snow I'd be unfairly judged as just a normal bag lady and not one perfected by design.

[ej]

It's raining.

[Little Irish]

It's raining.

None of the above works in rain. I'm not responsible for arrests or weight gain if you don't follow this basic.

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[Little Irish]

Best threeeaaaad in the woooorld! I'm so jello of your snow, LI.

Fucking live right on the ocean. Miserable 50degreeF weather, no snow. The weather is very afraid of me right now, keeps hiding itself behind impenetrable fogs, whispering there's snow behind it all. The nerve.

At least give me some 35-40F temps. I am not a west coast person. First year I was here, it was sunny and warm in FEBUARY, and a guy was outside, shirtless, MOWING HIS LAWN. It was horrifying.

I don't like snow. I only enjoy the shenanigans it can offer. It brings chaos. I think having a house with about 25 steps from the road puts you off. It looks pretty when it's fresh.

[Little Irish]

I love that photo in your avatar. So cheerful.

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