We have snow.

[sparkindarkness]

Grumble grumble grumble

I hate snow

Hibernating now. And packing. But Beloved can pack. I’m hibernating

He claims there is snow where we’re going too (but won’t tell me where).

There better be fire and an excuse not to go out as well.

AAAARGH even mooore snow falling! *huddles*

If, when I get home. Beloved has:

A) Snowballs

B) A snowman in the LIVING room (yes he has and no we don’t talk about it. We have wall-to-wall carpetting in that room. Tequila was involved)

C) started playing calypse music

D) Started playing ANY Christmas music (I hate hate hate hate Christmas music. It is my lifelong ambition to find Wizzard and Slade and stab them repeatedly untilt he red mist lifts)

then I will not be held responsible for my actions.

*sulks*