If only one of your fingers is feeling numb when trying to type, check that you don’t have a band-aid on so tightly that the tip of your finger is turning blue.

Lesson learned.

Yesterday’s so-called blizzard finally lived up to its name this morning. Snow was whirring all around Snip & Lily as they tried to tackle their morning potty on the ice-covered snow. I found that the more I cursed at them to hurry up, the more overwhelmed they became by the whole experience. While enduring strong winds & a blistering cold, I couldn’t help but notice the backlighting of the ice-covered trees. I know ice storms are a real bitch, but man, do they make winter things look lovely. And secondly, they make me the town idiot, squatting under trees angling for the lighting, all while bundled in my PJs & a winter coat. You could say I was channeling my inner-rural.

I dreamed of San Francisco again last night. I can’t decide if I’m dreaming about it because I’m always thinking about it or the other way around. Last night’s adventure took me back to good ol’ high school where I threw a fit over the lunch lady charging me $24 for a sandwich, chips, & a drink. From there, I ended up sneaking goods to some SUV in the parking lot where my brother was waiting to drive it somewhere. We ended up in San Fran, where we met up with my whole family and I played tour guide pointing them to places I’d encountered on my previous trip. The funny thing is as I think back, I don’t think any of the places were real except for the “sony plaza”, which is definitely a reference back to London, not San Fran. That would also account for my reference to coming up on “customs” at the “airport” or wherever we were. It was a strange little dream indeed. A rough interpretation would be that I’m struggling making a choice between family/things familiar & a grand adventure. My dream tried to help me put them together. Apparently, I just need to start an underground smuggling circuit and use my family as mules so they end up in my newfound city often. Great idea, brain.

(Oh, San Francisco, I’ve never had a city haunt me quite like you do. ) <—Parenthetical thought.

My immediate goal for the end of the year is a new car. I have a Mini Cooper S all spec-ed out. I just need to test drive one :) I think I spent close to 4 hours Friday night reading owner reviews and exploring the corporate website. That’s some good site visit time I racked up for them. I’ve decided that Mini is the Apple of the automotive industry. Their product sports not only a cool factor, but a fun-to-use factor, all with a great resale value. They surely share a marketing department. Sure, I want something safe & reliable, but I want the experience of using it to be euphoric. I think the Mini will deliver just what I need. Plus, it has a hill-assist feature, practically begging to travel to San Fran.

I named my Cooper build “Holiday”. I chose the name for a couple reasons: 1) It’s a great movie; 2) that’s what I want my driving experience to be; 3) So I can say “I love my mini, Holiday” (“mini holiday”...get it?? yeah…)

I’m going to cry if I hate the test drive. In fact, I may just have to buy it regardless after all this hype.

Lastly, I’m making my return to comedy this week, and I’m scared out of my fricken mind. It’s a roast for Matt Holt. It should be great times! Sadly, I still have nothing written for it. I’m too afraid to be mean. (That’s funny coming from me, isn’t it?) Hopefully, I figure something out so I’m not a complete disaster.