There must be some snowshoein' in the atmosphere.
Oh sad, I've gone and refashioned a quote from a total B-List teen movie.
We'll be snowshoein' for Habitat this Sunday, before I paint my face in some color and stock up on Budweiser cans for the big game. Notice how I didn't mention a face-painting color... because for the life of me I couldn't tell you a thing about the SuperBowl. I just know that Martha has some tasty-looking snacks, of course.
Back to it, we're snowshoeing a little for Habitat so we can keep build build building affordable housing in our community. If you would like to donate a little cash to our winter romp-a-bout at the Pine Bush Preserve, you can:
- Shoot me an email at christine[at]unspeakablevisions.com and we'll arrange a sketchy money exchange, or if you trust the USPS you can send it to me via snail mail.
- Invite me out for drinks, dinner, coffee or dessert and give me the money then.
- I was going to suggest that you just wire me the money via PayPal and then I'd write a lump sum check to Habitat, but that is really the sketchiest idea I could have come up with. Reeks of corruption even though, clearly, I'm no Madoff.
- If you want to bypass me and my snowshoes altogether, you could always send some moolah straight to the source: Capital District Habitat for Humanity.
And if you are a heartless, cold bastard only interested in the wildly exciting trials and tribulations of this blogger and also are into her exquisite handcrafted goods, just stay tuned.
ps- Maybe I'll snowshoe you all another heart, if you'd like. All y'all.
pps- My Spell Check didn't get the word "moolah" and instead suggested moorland, Motorola, molar and moonwalk. I imagine Habitat wouldn't be too happy with a bunch of donated molars, but they might take a Motorala if you have one to spare.