Snowmageddon

We're now on our SECOND round of snow in 6 days. First pummeling gave us up to 30" in some areas, and this one promises to be around 20". Fabulous. After the first day of being snowed in, I was done. I think it'd be different if I lived with at least one other adult, but I don't. Just me and the teenager. Good times, people. Good times.

However, all of this down time has given me time to observe and learn. And so... here's what I know now:

- No one is contracted to plow the last two streets leading to my work. Some one will owe me some new tires when this is over.

- The teenager can shovel snow pretty damn well!

- However, the teenager did have a cabin fever moment: she decided to add some paint to her walls sans parental permission or knowledge. She'll be re-painting later. Gggrrr.....

- If this weather crisis brought out the worst in you, you officially suck. Especially if you lofted your worst into some one else's best. God help you, and those around you, in a REAL crisis.

- A snowed out Super Bowl party leaves A LOT of food at Dorothy and George's. She makes damn good chili. Might be worth venturing out for.

- My cell phone will only hold about 180 txt messages before it starts to bitch at me to clean house.

- Getting/installing free sync software for your overloaded cell phone ain't as easy as you'd think.

- Elaine STILL loves the snow. My friend may be insane.

- If you don't use a gas fireplace for, say, I dunno, 10 yrs, spiders will make it their home.

- Robby will shovel me out if I let him put whipped cream on my naked boobs. Uh, yeah, no.

- Going to the liquor store in my pajamas didn't phase a single customer or employee of the liquor store.

- My deck hasn't cracked yet under about waist-high levels of snow. Yet.

- Going maybe a day and a half without make-up and hair product is nice. Freeing in a way. But after that, I need to feel pretty. The kind of pretty that only high end (read: overpriced) cosmetics can bring.

- I will never, ever, EVER buy cork topped wine!

So to all my friends who follow this blog, I say - hang in there, nothing last forever. Not even 3 thousand feet of White Death. Oh, and txt me! ;-)