Text exchange between my brother and myself while I was watching The Sound of Music. I’m glad that being weird is apparently genetic.
Me: Shits about to get real in Austria.
Mark: The hills are fucking alive with the realness.
Me: Don’t fuck with Maria since she and her favorite things will fuck your shit up.
Mark: Rain drops on roses and whiskers on kittens and fucking up Nazi’s and singing on hills.
In case you missed it the northwest was dumped on with lots of snow, ice, wind, and all sorts of winter joy this holiday season. I for one am a big fan of snow… as long as I don’t have to go anywhere. Luckily I work for a very understanding company that realizes I don’t want to die trying to go into work (since on a good day my commute is usually 45-50 minutes) and really? what use would I be to anyone dead anyway?
Sunday it started snowing and it wasn’t until that night that it (finally!) really started to stick. By Monday morning the northwest was enveloped in a winter wonder land which caused headaches come nighttime and mass chaos all around.
Again, have I mentioned I love the company I work at?
Without further ado: a few shots from our snowpocalypse!
Have had a hard few days and instead of going into detail I thought instead I’d give you all something a little ridiculous.
I’ve been told this needs a caption and all I can think of is what I posted on facebook: “Scholar Kitty is perturbed by your illogical argument.” I challenge you to think of something better! I dare you!
Bucky looks so much like Jabba the Hut in this photo it’s not even funny.
