It snowed all night. But it was the light fluffy kind that is good to eat with syrup frozen across it. I find this type of snow to be bearable and very pretty...unfortunately today it blinded me with its beauty. It just looked so safe and soft! Since it's Sunday I was in a dress (sans tights) and the only appropriate footwear (i.e., somewhat snow resistant) I could find were my cowboy boots. Turns out those things don't have a lick of traction, which I found out the hard way when I was wiping the snow off my windshield and marveling about how it sparkled as it floated in the air. Just as I was turning to tell Nicki about how sparkly it was, my non traction boots made head on contact with something that resembled, upon closer inspection post-bail, an ice floe. I was one magnificent swoosh in the air and then I was lying face down in powdery snow laughing raucously. I lurched myself to my feet, tried to shake off the layer of snow, claimed untruths like, "I'm fine! I'm fine!" and got into the car. When I looked down I noticed that my glacial run-in had left a pretty big gash and that the gash was spurting an awful lot of blood. Luckily Nicki had a tissue. Moreover, I got a lovely neon orange bandaid out of the catastrophe, which almost makes up for the fact that I can't put too much weight on my left leg!
A friend listed my mishaps of the week and we were both left stunned and amazed:
1. Deaf (i.e. insanely plugged) left ear
2. Massive heating bill
3. 21 students (I wanted, like, 14)
4. Lost winter coat
5. Flat tire
6. Hypothermic toes
7. Gashed knee
8. Banged up femur
9. Swelling sac under patella
10. Consumptive-sounding cough
11. Accompanying sore throat & frog voice
12. Negative degrees
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