Well, pardon my french.

Holy fuck.  What is up with winter?  Seriously?  It cannot be possible that Southern California has made me weak.  No.  That cannot possibly be true.  It must just be that winter is truly, truly, a terrible thing, the wrath of god come down upon the earth.  That must be what it is.

Today I put on my sweater and my coat and my scarf and my hats and my mittens and my boots in preparation for my trek downtown to get my driver’s license renewed (nothing but excitement going on around these parts, folks).  And I opened the door and stepped out onto the porch and then…just stood there…for about ten minutes, trying to decide if it was really worth it.  Like, I don’t really need to be able to drive a car, right?  There are buses.  And there was just so much snow blowing around and everything just looked so cold and wet and winter boots are just so ugly, you know?  Staying home would mean avoiding wearing ugly footwear.  And everything was so grey and miserable and then I remembered why I used to always be in a foul mood for six months of the year.  But then I told myself that I was a big girl now and that I could do it because we wouldn’t want anyone thinking Southern California had made me weak, now would we?  So I steeled myself for the hike downtown and then when I got to the license office, they told me that I couldn’t even renew my license today because their camera was broken so I would have to come back tomorrow.  GOOD STORY.

Also, it is always winter when I have to renew my license, which is unfortunate because in my picture I always end up looking like an ill-tempered, heavily bundled up Woman of the Woods, which is not necessarily my look of choice.

BUT ANYHOW.  Enough moaning.  Right now I am sitting in Port Elgin’s totally lovely coffee shop having a totally lovely cappucino, feeling very pleased that I am indoors.  And tonight I think I will decorate the Christmas tree!  Or rather:  tonight I will decorate both Christmas trees, because my parents accidentally bought two, so I am going to transform the living room into a festive wooded glade.  I have already done my part to make the house more festive by putting a ceramic hippopotamus in the manger scene to commemorate The Adoration of the Hippo, my most favorite part of the Christmas story (ie: the part of the Christmas story that I invented myself).

Hey, also:  I’m now writing for LA Metblogs, which is super cool!  So you should head on over there and visit!  My first post went up today.  It’s kind of daunting, because now I’m writing for people who aren’t my real life friends, but I think it’s going to be fun and neat, and hopefully I will do a series on LA donut shops.