This is gearing up to be a very busy and exhausting week. I will spare you the details – I know you don’t come here to stress out vicariously through me.
Real quick: last night I saw the biggest, fluffiest snowflakes that I’ve ever seen in my life. Today I wore shorts while I took out the trash. St. Louis is silly.
Every time I assume that I will be too busy to write, something inevitably happens and inspiration strikes and I post twice as much as usual. But as of now, Twitter updates aside, I think I’ll be too busy to write this week.
So… in case you’re wondering what I’m up to, it’s something along the lines of this:
Secretly Stephie 
snowflakes can be fluffy?
Yes! Fluffy and gigantic! (The melt when you touch them of course, but until then… like 2 inches of fluff. It was amazing.)
I got to drive home in those snowflakes after working in the bar. They didn’t look so fluffy when they were splatting all over my windshield.
And I am totally okay with the rescheduling of Drunken Intervention Marathon III. I may not feel like drinking, but you gots thaaangs to do.