Monday, February 02, 2009

Snow and Ray La Montagne? Squeee!


Hurrah, we have snow! The cats are befuddled, especially the Marklar, the little one eyed dweeb.
Saw Ray La Montagne last night, how can such a teeny tiny man have such a voice? The paramour sold his extra ticket at face value to two delighted charming girls, after poo pooing a tout's ridiculous offer to buy it for less than half its worth, then the tout tried to flog tickets to the girls. Pah, foolish touts! Then more touts came and we fled before they touted us to smithereens. The concert was magical, then we had kebabs, which were utterly disgusting and utterly delicious at the same time and now we have snow.
Gee, some days are just too freaking excellent for words.

14 comments:

  1. Anonymous9:45 a.m.

    How very dare you have snow when there's none here! We demand some of those spare centimeters!

    ReplyDelete
  2. I'm sure it's on its way. I freaking love snow! There are no spare centimetres. I'm waiting for another shower so that I can have enough for a decent sized snowball that can drench a cat. But it's sticking, it's STICKING!!

    ReplyDelete
  3. Anonymous10:22 a.m.

    Grrr. Not a sign of it here, the Sun is splitting the bluest of heavenly heavens.

    ReplyDelete
  4. It's so funny, a few flakes and the traffic is madness. Oh wait, there's a big taxi strike today too. That might explain it.

    ReplyDelete
  5. A slight dusting this morning, gone as soon as the sun rose. Pah. I want to build a snowman

    ReplyDelete
  6. Me too! Stupid clouds have gone and it has melted off the gravel, but not the grass, so maaaaybe, fingers crossed, if there is more it will stay.
    I feel exceptionally giddy about it all.

    ReplyDelete
  7. Anonymous2:12 p.m.

    Apropos nothing in particular, but relating to feline matters, Stinkumpoop has caught a rat as big as Stinkerbell, which he has killed several times over and left on the back step.

    ReplyDelete
  8. Excellent cat you have. Other animals should probably take note. *



    * Pokes Puddy, is alarmed at snuffly snorey sounds she makes.

    ReplyDelete
  9. I'm so sick of the snow I could scream. Oh, to wear a pair of real shoes again and not fucking snow boots!

    ReplyDelete
  10. I'm fairly sure if I had the amount you get I'd grow weary of it eventually.*







    * Complete and utter fabrication. I'd be making daily snow angels and hurling snowballs at seagulls until my fingers fell off from frostbite.

    ReplyDelete