@#$%&^!@!!!!!!! @#$%!

Gawd! Why the *hell* did I follow my @#$%!& husband to Alaska?! (grumbles, snarls) Mother-f**king god-damned *SNOW*!!! Like I *need* to be getting up half an hour earlier to sweep the sh*t off my car, and scrape the ice, and thaw the windshield wipers only to find they won't wipe *crap* anymore...and like I need to leave freakin' early for work to give myself time to drive slow on icy roads alongside hundreds of other people just as overly-cautious and one or two a**holes who either slow down to match your speed so you can't merge from the on-ramp or speed too fast & zip in front of you while on the verge of losing complete control of their vehicle...if only they'd lost it & taken a dive into the ditch, at least I could've rolled the window down & laughed at them as I went by...

(grumbles some more) Okay, so that's not very nice of me. Sue me. This is the first year I'm actually having to drive in the sh*t every day & I'm *not* enjoying it. At *all*. One day of major snow & I'm ready for f**cking summer again. (crosses arms & scowls)

Then, *THEN*, I come home & AJ wants to go out & play in the snow, even though it's been dark for half an hour already. Okay, okay--fine. I'll take him out to play. I break out the new snow boots I bought him last week, right? What do I find? Two f**cking LEFT boots, instead of a left and a right. @#$%^&%*$!!@#$$#@@#$@#$@#$%^$(&%$#@@#!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So I pack him up in the car, drive to the goddamn shoe store to exchange, and find out they don't have any more of those boots in stock. They do have *one* other pair of boys-ish snow boots that still look more girlish than boyish. But at least they're blue. And AJ *likes* Pooh Bear & Tigger, and Mommy doesn't feel like driving across town to a different Payless for the exact boots she bought before. So he gets the Pooh boots. And it's too late to play by the time we get home, but he seems to have forgotten that idea in favor of dinner anyway.

I was very nice & polite & understanding in the shoestore, mind you. That's just the way I am. Can't get ugly-confrontational with people. Especially when they really haven't *done* anything to me. Just...not me. I let all the aggravation out here, thank you.

And I think I'm done ranting.

(mutters) God-damned mother-f**cking @#$&%*!$%! snow...

Okay. *Now* I'm done.

Finished the Lost&Found epilogue today...which means I can post chapter nine as soon as I give it one final run-through.

And I got Windy's 1+5 chibi pic sketched out. So that's good. Touch it up & ink it tomorrow. Hopefully.