One of my mom's friends is a photographer, and she does the makeup for his shoots. His name is Jeff, and he just sent me some pictures of a photo shoot he did with my mom. All I have to say is that she's looking good for 39. Real good.
This four-day weekend was a godsend. Everything is covered in snow and ice. Everything's white. Despite the inherent risks involved with snowstorm weather and slick roads, I've enjoyed this miniature break quite thoroughly. It might be a bit of a stretch, but I'm hoping they cancel classes tomorrow as well. It's been so long since I've been in class. I think I've forgotten how to sing.
My friend from Canada is having the best time making fun of Oklahoma snowstorms and what we consider "state of emergency" weather. I find it endearing that we plow snow on the highways with tractors.
I was thinking about what song I'd like to have sung at my funeral, and I'm still undecided. I think the apocalypse is going to occur within my lifetime, so I guess it's not that big of a deal if I don't have my funeral all planned out. Nonetheless, I want something straight-tone at my funeral. Like the Vienna Boys Choir. Or Enya.
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