Crazy Bored

Weekends around Hannah house

27 January 2001

I should not be allowed to have a web cam. I've been taking pictures of myself for like 30 minutes. I just love the way it makes that little "click" sound. So I make funny, sexy, silly faces and pretend I'm on a photo shoot.

Wait, wait, I didn't mean to scare you. Come back.

But see, then I started playing on PhotoDraw.

Spooky, I'm all X-Files. And then I'm all jaundiced.

I seeeeee yooooou!

I see you four time!

I look good in blue, don't ya think?

And black and white.

Then Mo joined in.

She looks good in B&W too. And pixilated.

She's a nut.

The name's Pippi. Pippi Longstocking.

Think I need a hobby? But seriously. It's cold as ass outside, and I have nothing to do today. Well, not true, I have work stuff to do, but I racked my brain over it all day yesterday and I can't even think about it now. Tomorrow. I'll write it up tomorrow.

I really hate snow. Hate it. But last night, as I walked to my car from the office, it was so amazingly beautiful. I looked up at the lights and the flakes looked like glitter. Like the Angels were having a Valentine-making party and they were sprinkling us. Then I had to get in my car and drive through the slush and white knuckle my steering wheel for 50 minutes. I'm from Texas, y'all. There is no "day you learn how to drive in snow" in Driver's Ed. I guess they assume no one leaves.

Sometimes I wish I hadn't.

Oh, and for any of you taking bets, no call from the Texan. As Allison says, he's King of the Jags.