"OH SNOES!"

There's something pretty excellent about walking out to the car, seeing snow, and then responding to that by spending the 10-or-so minutes following A) joking about everyone in Portland freaking out over the mere threat of a 1/4 inch of snow, and B) making ridiculously awful snow puns.

Half of me is looking forward to derby practice tonight, because I had a good run of it on Sunday. The other half is praying that Oaks closes and subsequently cancels practice, because OMJESUS I'M STILL TIRED. The latter doesn't seem too likely, though, so cross your fingers that I don't die.

I did get some very lovely sleep the past two nights, though. So hey, there's that.