yellow snow

Frank Zappa has the most hilarious song including the deadly yellow snow! In it he's an eskimo and some dude tries to kill his favorite baby seal so he has to pounce and rubs the deadly yellow snow (from where the huskies go!) in the guy's eyes.

I am not a person who previously listened to Frank Zappa. I was introduced to him by my renaissance boyfriend.

I bought perfume today but I hate it and I hope Wal Mart takes it back. I think it smells like old lady. I think all the perfume at Wal Mart is ancient. They send all the expired crap to Wal Mart because they assume the plebian masses noses will not be adequately educated to detect sub-par fragrances. Ooh that looks like a facebook status to me.

So now I think I will get the less expensive and yet identical to the stuff my boyfriend's sister wears, which was what I wanted to get anyway except I had some kind of perfume incest problem. We don't visit her often and I doubt he smells her much during those visits. Hopefully I will not smell like his sister to him, which could be a real buzz kill.

Mr. C. at the ripe old age of 7.5 has become allergic to shopping. He walked up and down the aisles with me, hanging miserably alongside and half in the cart, chanting like a mantra, "I've gotta get outta here, it's old lady day."

We searched unsuccessfully for sleds, toboggans, or any sort of snow amusement. We wandered back to the defeated looking holiday department slash storage area for copious amounts of gigantic plastic storage boxes, and one of them said "Hey mom I think I could just sled in a box lid." Which makes me think we should just find the hood of a vehicle. We could all fit.

Someboy turned 14 yesterday and it was a day of laughter and excitement for all, let me tell you. There's nothing like celebrificating one's bornfulness at freezing ass cold below zero. We went to eat "Chinese" because he wanted to. The egg rolls were good. We spent a good 36 hours watching a marathon of old VHS kung fu movies. I stopped at Dairy Queen to pick up a cake because we consumed the whole pan of brownies the night before. The cake design options were "Happy Birthday Little One", a greenish photoish design of a (did I mention greenish) kitty, a big red rose, something else that escapes me but was clearly meant for a girl, and "Happy Birthday Friend" with Snoopy hugging Woodstock. I went for the Snoopy cake. Mr. C. calls him Snoopers. As in, Hey you got a cake with Snoopers on it! And he was serious. Till he discovered I thought it was hilarious. Then he just said it for fun after that.

On Thursday I went to a painting thing I'm taking... I went to visit the professor anyway. The deal is, I paint, we meet once a week or something. She and I had a meeting after my other class. It was incredibly cold and my previous class was cancelled but I was still ready to get outta the house. And then wished I had just called her up. I think my eyelids froze open at some point during my battle against the wind/windchill to get from the parking lot to the stairs. The wind pushed my hat off, then while I was messing with the hat, it untwisted my scarf. So I tried to fix the scarf so I had it over my mouth and nose. It's hard to breathe these days without the scarf. Mid way across I thought it would be good to put up my coat hood to keep the hat on. But mittens are the opposite of dexterity. Plus I had a bag slung across my chest which sort of made getting everything situated even more difficult. So I sort of closed my eyes till I thought I was about there. The stairs were drifted too. Someone had snoveled a tiny path up the several flights of stairs I walked down to get from point A to point B. But drifting snow is amazing. I can't believe eyes can freeze open. I knew about nostril hairs but eyes were new to me.