Do you know what the street value of this mountain is?

Man it's been a while. It's actually my week off, but I've been majorly unmotivated to do much this week. I've still done stuff, but I don't like planning. Spontaneity is the way to go my friends. Or have friends who are willing to plan, even though you know they hate it as much as you do (props to you Frogkisser--you keep us all less boring). I did however get to go sledding this week with my nieces and nephews, sisters, roommate, and almost-brother-in-law. And I've learned my two-year-old nephew has quite a streak of violence in him where snowball fights are concerned. My other 2 year-old nephew was rather distressed at this. There's no calling the kid off. But they loved it, and I loved getting to see my 12 year old nephew and 10 year old niece, because at their age I don't get to hang out with them as often as the little ones. Probably because they have a choice as to whether or not they will hang out with me, whereas the young ones have no choice in the matter. The first thing I do when I see the two of them is I open my arms for the great big hug they owe me for me being their auntie, and the first thing they do is back away slowly before giving in to the inevitable. My twin two-year-old nieces unfortunately had bad colds and couldn't come, but the rest all had a blast. We bought three large tubes for the endeavor and two new ultra thin sleds. Boy, it sure was fun seeing my little sister roll down that hill wearing all three tubes she had been trying to carry up. The Training Table after was also good. I don't get to hang out with so many of my sisters at once as often as I'd like. I also donated plasma this week, lost and found my camera battery charger, went into Ugly Duckling's work, went into Frogkisser's work to scoop out ice cream for the old and not-so-old people, and saw The Producer's. Springtime for Hitler indeed. So today I spent the greater part of the day cleaning my house to a state of spotless delight with my roommate, and buying more stuff than I'll possibly remember to eat at the grocery store. My bedroom and car now loom before me in jealous states of neglect. I'll have to clean them sooner or later, especially before my car gets inspected Monday, because my father refuses to take it in with how it is now, but later is such an attractive prospect after the successful endeavors of today. I managed to topple my Mountain Dew tree in the process of vacuuming, but was able to rectify the situation, and our good friend Widdy has retired for good in the bottom of our outside trash can. I'm sure he'll find happiness there. I also neglected my church calling once again this week, and really need to make the effort to visit all the girls I supervise to let them know I exist and can bake to their advantage. But alas, all of that involves the efforts of planning, the very thought of which exhausts.