We just got back from our sort-of annual pilgrimage to the Holy Land, I mean Seattle to hang with my peeps.Â? Here is the normal redux:
The Good
-getting to see my parents, evil twin, and his fiancÃ?e again
-good food most of the time
-family bonding
-getting to see my godmother again and meeting her new puppy Rosie (who might almost make me into a dog person)
-nice presents
-my mommy hemming 4 pairs of maternity pants for me (as I’m pretty useless with a sewing machine)
-the pictures we loaded onto my grandma’s digital picture frame
-my grandma’s calico cat Emily who has become nice in her old age
The Bad
-Seattle drivers — let’s just say that they can’t drive in good weather so expecting them to drive well in slush is a bit unreal
-having to shovel and crack the snow/ice on my grandmother’s driveway so all the cars could get in and out
-Seattle traffic — Seattlites are in denial about the fact that it exists
-morning sickness at month 4(!!!!!!) of my pregnancy and the laundry that accompanied it
-missing my monsters at home
The Moronic
-the backpatting that the mayor of Seattle was doing about how well he and the city handled the storm — he gave himself and the city a “B” which most people would argue should be a “D-” or “F”.
-the fact that King County has 26 snow plows and my county (with less than 1% of that population) has 5.