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So. Um. It didn’t let up. It’s still going.

We were all, “No, it’ll turn into rain.”

And the snow was all, “OH YEAH?”

But I maintain — at the risk of incurring more flurries — that this stuff will be drippy by Wednesday.

Not that it’s not drippy now. Imagine living inside a 7-Up Slurpee.

That’s what it’s like to walk on the streets. And while it looks pretty in the trees and on our lawns, all it feels like is WET.

COLD WET.

But I’m good with it. Because I love snow and snowy things. And I always have.

I’m not so certain the rest of Vancouver agrees with me, though. Why, just today, I saw:

• A black BMW smashed (off a slick road) into a power pole (which then smashed into a building)
• 4 traffic jams
• 300 people overdressed for the weather
• 10,000 people UNDERdressed for the weather (Thanks, Christina.)
• 5 people nearly slip and fall in parking lots
• 1 man falling in a parking lot
• People tearing wildly through displays of mittens and boots
• Approximately 24, 698 children begging their horrified-looking parents to take them to build a snowman

Whoa. I don’t really think most people here know what to do with the white stuff.

I just want to BUY things.

I saw MANY incidences of cute mitten-and-scarf sets today and dozens of hats I longed to wear, including a $200 Eugenia Kim toque.

When I tried the toque on, the shopgirls sighed. When I saw the price, I sighed.

See, the thing is? It’s hard to find a toque that flatters me. Why, you ask?

Because all toques make me look like a penis.

You think I’m kidding, but there’s something about the shape of my head that makes most hats into phallic symbols.

Look:

Is there no cute hat for Meg?

At least I had an excuse to wear pigtails without looking like a raver.

Here’s my other bit of random news:

I want Uggs.

If you search for that word within my blog content, you will read many incidences of me maligning them left and right. I always think they look like glorified slippers or gingerbread feet, which — now that I think of it — doesn’t sound so bad.

But starlets wear them. And fashiony girls in miniskirts with bare legs. Ugh. (Or, uh… not Ugg.)

Or at least they did. A year ago. Or five. BECAUSE I AM COMING LATE TO A TREND AGAIN.

I don’t know why I long for them so much, but there it is, I’m admitting it.

I was holding one in each hand in a store today, and as I slipped my fingers into the wooly-ness within, I nearly had a happygasm.

Me! Meg! The girl who walks barefoot in the snow! Wants WARM feet?!

What is GOING ON?

I’m still considering getting some. I may cave soon. But not likely, because who can afford such things if one is anti-credit card?

Still… maybe these ones (if I cave) in chocolate or chestnut.

Anyway.

It’s snowing. I want warm, soft things.

Like my bed.

Right about now.

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Um…