Cold: My Anti-Drug

You might have heard about the inauguration of Barack Obama recently.  Well, all of DC and Nova were shut down this week, including all of my chirrens' school.  So I've been cooped up with all five of them this week.  Can you imagine? 

Maybe not, but I am absolutely wiped out.  It's 7pm, Trixie is screaming upstairs, Justin in playing the piano, and Francois Philippe is playing Guitar Hero.  All I want to do is smoke a cig and go to bed.  Which brings me to this post.  

It is unnaturally cold here.  Hippies have an inherent aversion to cold anyway, coupled with the fact that I'm from Mississippi, where we enjoy seasons comparable to those in Africa and other lush deserts.  The other day, I tried to rebel and go to Dash's karate class in my short brown nanny/mental patient jumper with flip flops.  After slipping on ice and freezing my thighs off, I reluctantly retreated inside to at least put on tights and Birkenstocks.  Seriously, this weather is enough to make me wanna quit my smokes since I have to fucking suit up every time I step outside the NannyDoor.  Here I am in my smoking gear.  The first one was obviously not the picture I meant to take, but it's funny to me because I am very seriously concentrating on setting up my webcam.  And as y'all know, I rarely do anything seriously.