Snooooooooooow!
It is officially winter! By my standards anyway.
Allow me to explain. I have a little tradition that I do every year. I wait for a lovely little snow storm, the kind that tends to bury you and leaves the streets and pretty much everything outdoors devoid of all human life. Then, at an insanely late/early hour of the night (1 o'clock this time, I just got back in at 2:30) go out with the dogs and hike around for a while in knee deep snow, while it's still snowing. I now can no longer feel my face, my knees, or anything below my knees for that matter. I also resemble the Abominable snowman because of how long I was out, so do the dogs.
And I just made my head cold about ten times worse.
And it's Gloooooooooooorius! *channeling my inner Lugnut*
I just wish I was up at the cabin and could do this out in the middle of the woods. With the deer and the turkeys and the bears and the coyotes. *giggles inanely*
Then I learned something new. Apparently everyone's been singing 12 Days of Christmas wrong this whole time. I learned the proper version of it a few days ago at a Christmas party at the local Eagles Club. Sadly, I did not hear all of it because the noise level was insane for such a little place, but I did remember three of the changed days.
3 French Hens = 3 French whores
8 maids a milking = 8 naked ladies
10 Lords a leaping = 10 Lord a humping
You see, each table is assigned one of the verses. And the thing is, you're free to alter it however you want. It wasn't until the third table changed theirs that it escalated from there. My table was the Lords a humping. And we were all so proud of ourselves too.
*flops over dead*
*mumbles* I need some new boots. *Zzzzzzzzzzzzz*
Allow me to explain. I have a little tradition that I do every year. I wait for a lovely little snow storm, the kind that tends to bury you and leaves the streets and pretty much everything outdoors devoid of all human life. Then, at an insanely late/early hour of the night (1 o'clock this time, I just got back in at 2:30) go out with the dogs and hike around for a while in knee deep snow, while it's still snowing. I now can no longer feel my face, my knees, or anything below my knees for that matter. I also resemble the Abominable snowman because of how long I was out, so do the dogs.
And I just made my head cold about ten times worse.
And it's Gloooooooooooorius! *channeling my inner Lugnut*
I just wish I was up at the cabin and could do this out in the middle of the woods. With the deer and the turkeys and the bears and the coyotes. *giggles inanely*
Then I learned something new. Apparently everyone's been singing 12 Days of Christmas wrong this whole time. I learned the proper version of it a few days ago at a Christmas party at the local Eagles Club. Sadly, I did not hear all of it because the noise level was insane for such a little place, but I did remember three of the changed days.
3 French Hens = 3 French whores
8 maids a milking = 8 naked ladies
10 Lords a leaping = 10 Lord a humping
You see, each table is assigned one of the verses. And the thing is, you're free to alter it however you want. It wasn't until the third table changed theirs that it escalated from there. My table was the Lords a humping. And we were all so proud of ourselves too.
*flops over dead*
*mumbles* I need some new boots. *Zzzzzzzzzzzzz*