i'll be there with bells on

by "there" i mean santorini.

my meditteranean blood longs for the warmth of santorini. or any place warm really.

i'm sure that when i say it's snowing in hillsboro it conjures up lovely images in the readers mind of beanie by the fire with a mug of chai and her stack of origami paper. in reality it consists of me running through the dark, 54 degree house at 6 in the morning, attempting to locate the source of incessant beeping while using nothing but a cell phone to light the way in a power outage. of course now the power is back on and the heat is on and i can see the flash light that was on the night stand right next to me all night.

i'm curious if any other oregonians have resorted to redneck wedding marathons on cmt and donning the winter parka with eskimo fur in the house to survive. i'm not igloo material despite being mistaken for an eskimo by a distant relative at a funeral one year and always secretly longing for a pet penguin. snow is not fun if it's a foot deep and covered in a deadly sheet of ice unless you are tapping the rockies while in it. mmm, beer.

beansicle out.