I've already paid bills, finished the payroll, and cleared my desk of all correspondence, and I have, oh lessee, six hours to go. I'm about to offer my services at a significant discount, gentle souls, and as the day gets long and my mind begins to wander, my fingers tend to follow suit.UPDATE: It's officially a blizzard, people. Somewhere, former Channel 7 Chief Meteorologist Gil Whitney just blew a load in his grave. (That was for you, Beau. I just went old school on your ass)
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Careful driving!
Jesus. We've got about 8-10 inches of snow already and they are calling for 6-10 more. I barely got out of work, helped dig a lady out who was stuck at the entrance to my subdivision, and then promptly got stuck myself. I'm dug out and my car is parked in my neighbor's garage (thankfully their daughter is away and they had a space).
I swear I mocked the weatherMAN, not the weatherGOD. This storm still stretches west to Illinois.
Wow... i can't even imagine at the moment. Though in England once it snowed so badly over the holiday period the roof caved with the weight of settled snow. Be careful out there.
I'm home, all snuggled up in my jimjams (pale blue thermal top and cute striped blue cotton bottoms!), and eating a pork chop. I'm not going anywhere tonight.
Jimjams sweet. Except for the pork chop part freakin' me out, being a vegetarian. Can't we just have some hot chocolat?
I had a nice salad of mixed baby greens first. Does that help? I promise to eat my pork chop in the other room, but I ain't giving it up. Grrrr!
And hot chocolate, of course, doll. The real stuff, so thick the spoon stands up in it.
Ah an Italian hot chocolate, now you are talkin' :)
Hmmm carnivore... it takes 3 days for the stomach to fully digest meat... thanks for taking the pork chop into the other room though. Thoughtful of you.
Stay warm. I wouldn't be much help to you in a blizzard, you'd have to keep me all bundled up. You should just move to Austin already. It was 60 here today.
::cough:: bitch ::cough::
Hey, I could have said "Oh my, there's a cold front down here too...only a high of 62 for Saturday!"
But I didn't. I was worried about you in that snow and ice I do not miss at all. :)
Gil Whitney hasn't blown a load like that since the blizzard of 1978...afterwhich he promptly bit the dust and a veil of mourning fell over the hushed crowds of Dayton. Then Bruce, the new weather guy, got caught with a big ol' line of coke leading right up his nose and everyone was like, "Gil who?"
Ah..Dayton weather men. What a long tradition of good, over-wrought drama. Only in the heartland.
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