It is SNOWING. Oh, it won't stay, and the flakes are microscopic, melting the instant they hit your hand, but I'm counting it. Snow, in the desert. Genni, I hope you are wearing one of your fabulous coats (have you seen her coats? This woman has fabulous coats).
Also, I just realized the von Trapp family is moving out. Who? The von Trapp family. My neighbors from Austria with the crazy little kid whom I caught trying to discipline my cat. In the comments to that post, Belledame suggested the little girl was merely modeling what she saw at home, and you know something, Belledame? I think you were right about that, because there was a night I almost called Child Protective Services on them. There is "child screaming from exhaustion and temper" and then there is "child screaming because parents are getting their beat on." Before I could decide for sure which it was, it stopped; but I never felt real good about the situation and I'll always wonder whether I should have called anyhow. Sad. Wrong. Terrible.
But oh, I'm so happy they're leaving. I thought they were merely cleaning up to decorate for the holidays, but no! There is a moving van and everything! This is wonderful. Please, please let a couple of students move in who will not be as obnoxious as the von Trapps. Drunken mid-week parties I can deal with. Crazy abused children who tear across the lawn shrieking and chasing bunny rabbits, doubtless to capture, kill, and boil them for supper--those, I don't do so well with.
This is a good day! Today I can pretend I do not have a mullet, even without draping the mirrors in black crepe first.