snow

dear Snow,
After reading your last few blogs I want to:
-apologize for writing trivial drivel by comparison,
and
-ask *why* is it that comments made by people who don't know shite about you bug you so much.

Call me a fascination whore, but those are the things about people that fascinate me to no end. I'm curious, but not so much that it will kill this kitty should an answer not be found.

Oh, and just for shits n giggles, I have First Nation and french roots on my mom's side traceable to the Pembina Ojibwe south of Canada, a misfit band of natives, european fur traders and their offspring called Mtis near Winnipeg, and all the way back to a town called La Rochelle-Aunis on the Atlantic coast of France where a GigagreatgreatGrandma was born in 1560-something. So maybe we're cousins