I think I need teenager lessons.

Think about it. Today is a snow day. I didn't want to sleep till noon, I woke up at 6:30 but stayed in bed until mom left for work. I have done the dishes twice today without my father threatening me. I made up a schedule last night that established that the first Sunday of every month is when I will dust my room. I just finished teaching myself Excel so I could finish a spreadsheet for the Physics lab.

I shouldn't be here, in my house, comtemplating which household product is the best for cleaning my kitchen counters. I should be out creating havoc, throwing snowballs at passing cars or breaking into the local golf course to go toboganning down the par 4. I should be rallying the kids on my street, waging a massive snowball fight against Pine Tree Drive, skating on cranberry bogs or making snow angels down the length of Rt. 28. I should be turning the hose on my driveway, creating an inclined runway of solid ice, building a ramp at the end of it for even more adventurous sledding.

But no. I'm at my house, writing crib sheets and listening to show tunes on the music channel. Somehting must have gone drastically wrong with me... I feel no desire to triple-dog-dare a young boy to stick his tongue to a flag pole. Where is my sence of childish winter fun? Am I doomed to genteely walking the dog on a sidewalk where the ice is already melting under handfuls of sand and salt, while other are careening down a hill, scarfs trailing behind them and mittens grasped tightly to the rope handles of their plastic chariots?

No Sir. I will not stand for it! I will not stand idly by while there a snowmen to be made! Onward to the snow banks on yonder hill and NO PRISONERS!

ash @ 2:12 PM