blizzardish
Mr.Sprinkles has arrived. The 14 inches of snow or whatever we got has pulled down a number of tree branches. One of them was only a few inches from hitting Mr.Sprinkles's car. I'm quite glad it didn't hit it, though. I believe he was spared since he brought a plethora of beautiful beer. Yummy.

We had a whole lotta snow, you see. Our power went out for a few hours today. Earlier this year we had the trees trimmed to make sure they wouldn't cause a lot of trouble. It was probably a good idea seeing as the "healthy" trees started to fall down a bit. The trimmers clipped one tree over the driveway. They also trimmed one over the house. While they trimmed, it dropped gently upon the house. Happily, it was not covered in snow and therefore did not poke a hole in the house. It was nice to have Mr.Sprinkles here. He chopped up one of the trees already. A good man, Charlie Brown.

As I reread this, I see that my brains are still not working so well. Incoherence reigns, I believe. I hope that BrilliantEditor doesn't buy the chainsaw before I return to vague sensibility. I might hurt myself.
posted by Dotty at 6:55 PM

what would lena horne think?
What are you doing new year's, new year's eve? Mr.Sprinkles is coming up. We have a good hootenanny in the works. I'm trying to clean the house a little bit. Trying to carve a path from the door to a place to sit. Do we even have a place to sit? I don't know. Maybe.

Lena Horne sang that lovely song, "What are you doing New Year's Eve". It's charming, but who the hell wouldn't go out with Lena Horne on New Year's Eve? Or any night, really? Poor Lena Horne.

girl stuff
I am a drug store diva. I love to look at hair care products even though I use a special hair product about twice a month. I like to stare at the nail polish products even though long fingernails get in my way. Hair dye is amazing stuff. Weird new mascara that twirls and curls and lengthens and thickens. Lipstick that stays on as long as you're alive is fascinating. Beautiful water ballet girls better watch out--sorority chicks will jump in the water and not worry about their makeup running.

Why do I bring this up? I bought and used (!) a nail polish that's supposed to strengthen fingernails. Now I have longish fingernails. It's troublesome and puzzling to me. I kind of like them. I can open packages that are sealed with cellophane tape without getting a knife. I can screw in loose sunglasses screws without tools. I'm getting close to being able to hotwire a car with my new fingernails and a hair pin. You know what, though? It's harder to type right now. I think maybe I haven't developed the proper touch, but I slide off the keys and don't really press them. The paragraph has taken three hours to write and I'm typing with my toes, I'm so frustrated.

Perhaps I should continue to let them grow. I'll claim it as a psychological dysfunction. I'll start holding paint brushes in my mouth and painting water colors and things. They'll put me in the Reader's Digest and Redbook and Family Circle and all kinds of magazines read by gun toting, sword weilding Christians who have a soft spot for the handicapped. They'll send me money which I will promptly donate to the foundation for the mentally and fingernailily handicapped. Perhaps I'll get a guide dog, too.

In the meantime, I'll consider a nail file. They aren't really that long, I guess. Most girls have longer fingernails, but mine rarely reach over the end of my fingertips. Now that they do, my imagination has run a bit wild.

I'm thinking of letting my toenails grow now.
posted by Dotty at 4:07 PM