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I cut off her pants. She puts a tank top on my hubcap. I do semi-obscene interpretive dances with her devil-duckies.

strange_fire discovers that wired_lizard fits some of her cast-off clothes. wired_lizard says: I'm really larger than I appear. I merely maintain a complex series of optical illusions. strange_fire says: It's amazing how you can explain someting so well without explaining it at all. wired_lizard says: I'm a writer. It's my job.

That was part of my day. The rest was class, and working out the find/replace algorithm to properly replace straight quotes with smart quotes (am compiling the chatroom smut), and roaming about outside because it's obscenely nice. They say there are three seasons in Vermont: summer, winter, and mud. It was winter less than forty-eight hours ago; it's mud now.

*sings*

Am now wearing strange_fire's clothes and soon to be heading off to dinner. Life is good.

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[isiscolo.livejournal.com]

They say there are three seasons in Vermont: summer, winter, and mud.

Four seasons: almost winter, winter, still winter, and road construction.

Isis, in currently-snowy Colorado, where we have four seasons. Sometimes all in one day.

[wired-lizard.livejournal.com]

*falls over laughing*

See, I don't drive, so I just get the spatters of muddy water most of the way up my pants.

Anybody else got idiosyncratic seasons? I find them peculiarly amusing.