We're still recovering from the worst snowstorm in ages, so I regret to inform you that I won't be delivering a full-entry again today. But as I did yesterday, I've posted a dramatic digital photograph of the view from my front porch. Feel free to send it to all your friends because I believe the whole world should know just how devastating the storm was.

You'll notice that my front yard has changed some since yesterday's pic. I shoveled out our cars and I had to toss much of the show into the yard. I'm awesome at shoveling snow. It's like my body was made specifically to do that sort of thing. So I kicked the snow's ass. By the time I had moved all of it my neighbors had formed a big circle around me and they gave me a standing ovation that lasted at least five minutes. They were in awe of my shoveling skillz and all the hotties on my street want to get with me. It ain't no thang. Holla. Anyway, now there's like seventeen feet of snow in my yard. It's mad crazy. I wonder when it will all melt away. Probably not until April. That'll suck. It'll be a warm, sunny spring day and it will be ruined by the smell of thawed decomposed kitties. Damn you, Mother Nature!

This post is dedicated to eating rotten wood and clay. And teacher's strikes.