SNOW!!!!!

It finally snowed. Like 2 goddamn feet since Friday. Sweet. Today was just the sort of winter Sunday I like. Got up late, to tons of snow. Dug out the cars, 3 of em. Actually, stood around and watched as a guy with a snowblower on tracks dug them out. Got em unstuck, and went to steal salt. Well, not really steal, I DO pay for it, as a taxpayer. But, our stairs get really icy, and it would really suck if the half a cripple I live with fell down the stairs. Plus, we got us a genuine pregosaur in the hizzy. Our neighbor is gonna have what looks like triplets any day now.

I am gonna explain the half a cripple thing. In October 2007, Jessica was on her bike, with Daniel on his,, and they were crossing the street in Morestel, where they lived, taking Daniel to school. Here, in France, there are clearly marked crosswalks, and you, the motorist, need to, by law, stop your fucking car when the crosswalk is occupado. 

A few minutes earlier, a woman, lets call her Ubercunt Shitforbrains, was running late. Her alarm had not gone off that fall morning, and she was going to be late to her job as a window licker, a job she had lucked into, as she was massively underqualified. She rushed out of her apartment that morning, only bothering to scrape a tiny part of her frost covered windshield. On her stupid car. 

Like this, only with a steaming pile of dumbass behind the wheel.

So, Ms. Shitforbrains didn't see Jessica crossing the street, in the aforementioned clearly marked crosswalk, following Daniel.  She plowed into her, on her bicycle, tossing both up into the air, and landing half on the side walk, half in the street, breaking Jessica's wrist, ankle, and nose. Long story short, 6 or so operations, pins, screws and shit in and out, lots and lots of pain, fear, and tears later, Jessica is just fine. By fine, of course I mean she lives every single fucking day in pain, can't ride a bike, Daniel still has nightmares, Jessica can't hike for long, ski at all,and I do not want her falling down the goddamn stairs. So. Do two things. Clean your windshield of frost. Completely. And have car insurance. Two simple things that Ms. Shitforbrains,  could not be bothered to do. You just might not really, really fuck up two people, and really, really piss off another. So, a short drive down the mountain to where they load up the salt trucks who lovingly salt our roads up here, and got some salt for our stairs.

Where fucking was I? Oh yeah.

Jessica made tartiflette. Tartiflette, as you may or may not remember, is http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tartiflette. It is just fucking delicious. On a snowy day, with a bottle of wine, the mountains, the cold tourists, Jessica's cousin was here with his ADORABLE daughter, a great Sunday.

The church in St Laurant. Bitchen light, yeah?

Peace.