Here in southeast PA, we got about 5-6 inches of snow between Friday and Saturday. This sudden onslaught of inclement weather brought about a much-desired and deserved half-day and some kick-ass sledding oppurtunities. So, Carri, Brian, and I trekked to Poquessing at the end of my street at about 8:30 P.M. Saturday evening to sled. What we found was ramps all down the big hill. So, like anyone would, we all piled in the tobaggan(sp?) and decided to jump of the biggest ramp, multiple times. Needless to say, injuries ensued, and I now have both a bruised tailbone and collarbone. Aren't I just the toughest litle girl you ever met?

In other news, Christmas is just over 2 weeks away and I have like 5 scarves to knit. I just don't know if I will ever get them done. I also want to re-read the trilogy before ROTK next Wednesday. And I have an annotated bib to finish with 10 sources for my Camus paper. Good thing I find Camus enjoyable and interesting. Low-brow existentialism is right up my alley. Ta.