Yes, dear readers, I have some exciting news to share.
No. It is not about Chelsea Clinton getting engaged. This is bigger than that.
No. It is not about the Tiger Woods 'accident'. Far bigger than that.
(although note to self: should Paul ever haul off and hit me I know that attempting to disguise it as a car accident likely will NOT work)
And no, It isn't that Stephen Harper is a close-minded, mean, malicious idiot. That isn't news. Sadly, it is just reality and has been for some time. Hopefully someone out there will flick the switch in his brain that controls independent thought and he will finally grasp that nuances of global warming and the impact Canada is playing in global climate change.
Actually now that I ponder a wee bit my news just might be related to that!
We are 'this' close from setting a record here in Toronto. Yes, a honest, to goodness record.
If we can manage to make it through the next 4 hours and 40 minutes without any snow falling we will officially have just lived through the first November without snow in 162 years. If it weren't for fear of impending chaos from global warming (yes, I do believe we're messing up our planet and this isn't a normal cycle) I'd be happy.
You see, I don't much like snow. I hate the fact that it takes me an extra half an hour to get ready to go to work every day. I hate that I look 50 pounds fatter than I am because of all the damn layers. I hate that there is ice everywhere. I hate that I can't sit outside enjoying a cold drink until the late hours of the evening and still wear my sunglasses. I hate that I have to shovel. I hate that the annoying neighbourhood kidlets throw snowballs at me (although I give better than I get *insert evil laugh here*). I hate that the admittedly beautiful white snow quickly becomes gray and brown around here. I hate that my ears almost fall off from the cold. I hate the traffic is slow and the trains late.
Hmmm. That was a well of angry thought.
There you have it. My perfect November is a November without snow.
Sorry Al Gore. I know we're in trouble.
My fingers are crossed for December.