I take this as a personal affront.

It is SNOWING. Barely. But still. That horrible white stuff is drifting from the sky. There were a few flakes this afternoon, but now it's a bit more in earnest.

Note to world: Oscar Wilde was just screwing with you. There is NO importance attached to being earnest. Thanks.

In other news, we seem to have some sort of vermin living under the house. The cats were enthralled last night, and finally even Greg and I could hear rodentia scratching around under there. Greg thinks they're rats. I'm not sure. But rats, mice, gerbils, very small pachyderms, whatever they are, I want them gone! We're going to let the landpeople know, so hopefully they will take care of it. Whatever that entails. Although if they don't get around to it and eventually one of those little bastards eats its way up into the house, the cats will have an absolute field day. Ratpocalypse!

STOP SNOWING. NOW. Bloody weather.

I sang for four hours Friday evening after work, and it nearly kilt meh. Okay, so no. But I WAS very tired afterward, and I think I pulled or strained or something-ed a muscle in my left side. Singing is hard work, y'all. The first couple times I had a lesson, the next day it felt like I'd been doing situps for hours. I suppose it went fine. We were told to wear (and I quote) "stupid hats" for this Figgy Pudding business on Dec 5th, so while we were out at Fred Meyer last night I poked around and found a delightful one. It's a Santa hat with bell-bedecked reindeer antlers on it. How can you go wrong with a gem of that magnitude? I'll have you know I got a compliment on it (because of course I put it on my head immediately and wore it around the store) before I had even bought it. And then I got more compliments when I wore it to Harry Potter... You'd think people had never seen a bell-reindeer-santa hat before...

There was another hat I'd tried on first because it seemed a bit warmer, but as G informed me it made me look like I had my head shoved up Frosty the Snowman's arse. So that wouldn't do at all. And the reindeer antler headbands struck me as 1) not warm enough and 2) vaguely too reminiscent of drunken sorostitutes. Which, for those of you who are unfamiliar with the term, is an affectionate nickname given to sorority girls who dress like cheap hookers. Ah, the holidays!

I'm contemplating making stockings for us this year. My personal one is at home in Montana, and we have not got any here. We decided to do them this year for something fun and new, so (aside: STOP BLOODY SNOWING! There is even MORE coming down now! I'm going to write a nasty note to somebody about this.) I looked at a bunch online and they of course seemed overpriced for what they were. I've got an idea about instead of going to the fabric store, going to Goodwill or Value Village or similar and buying cheap clothes to cut up for fabric. Fabric bought at an actual craft store is insanely expensive, if you weren't aware of that. And I'm making stockings, not a tent. I don't exactly need fields of the stuff. So perhaps next weekend I will venture out and see what I can find.

Also, we bought a tree. Our last one got chucked in the bin because Somekitty who shall remain nameless chewed on the lights and half of them didn't work anymore. Of course it was the middle half, so we couldn't really disguise it with anything. We also have a bigger house, so we are going with a Mountain King prelighted balsam fir (multicolored). I can't find a single damn picture of it that's bigger than my eyeball (and isn't Flash) anywhere, and I can't figure out how to make a Mac take a screenshot, so go look at it here. We're going to have to go get some more trimmings, as our tree before was considerably smaller. But that is fine! I heartily enjoy trimming trees.

It is snowing MOAR. I feel sad. Why can't this crap (I just typed "carp" like three times and I suspect fish falling from the sky would actually please me more) wait until I have a four day weekend and don't have to go to work? I have stuff to do!

I'm going to go swill hot tea and sulk for a while in my pajamas.