skittles

watching the snow flurries outside, in the comforts of my cozy abode. i have at least a foot of freshly stacked snow on my deck railings....i guess the weather man nailed it last night with the winter storm warnings....and my naked purple car, who i gingerly refer to as skittle, buried in the fresh powder... i am hoping she stays sweet for me.... i haven't ever been a fan of sour skittles.

so, the light of a new day is upon us. and my morning is sprawled out in front of me, asking to be taken advantage of. that, i can do.