Whew!
After four days confined to the house, the kids are at school, and mom and dad have a little quiet.
Not before the damage was done, however.

This place is going to the dogs.
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Whew!
After four days confined to the house, the kids are at school, and mom and dad have a little quiet.
Not before the damage was done, however.
Somebody changed their mind, and no my wife and I have the day off work.
But somebody else is holding steady, and the kids are going to school two hours late.
oh please please please please please please please please please can they go to school?
1) we’ve been in this house. Together. Since Friday. Need break.
2) I need to pay some more attention to mommy, if you get my drift.
Supply update:
Out of wine, except (gasp) white.
Almost finished with the brownies I made last night.
BTW, the butter crumb I posted about? Sucked. Don’t use that recipe. The pie was good, though.
One gallon of milk and a dozen eggs left.
Still have several cans of Wolf Brand Chili.
How come the only critter in our house that refuses to go out and play on the ice is the dog from Labrador?
It’s like she’s saying, “Screw this, it’s still too warm for me.”
Related:
Feedburner junk:
Here’s the radar at the moment.
They are now saying sleet and possibly snow through the night. Don’t know if they mean us or some other part of Texas (damn forecasters, so hard to understand).
Okay.
No work or school today. Roads don’t look that bad, but word from the city is that all the bridges have ice, stay home.
Nowhere to go, really, except I’d like to see Children of Men. Not sure my wife will let me escape the cabin-fevered children for a couple hours or not. I can walk to the theater in fifteen minutes, so no navigating ice by vehicle required.
Finished the wine. Have one bottle I held back, that my brother-in-law made and gave us for Christmas. That’s “the good stuff.”
Supply situation:
No more beer.
Still have whiskey and rum, if the kids haven’t finished it while I was passed out.
Still have coffee (although I’m done for the day, I’m on my last allotted cup, unless the governor declares a disaster emergency)
Worse?
No more Poppycock. Man, I hate when the poppycock doesn’t last long enough.
My son just brought me a paper cup full of sleet (he stuck his hand out the doggie door to collect it). Actually, a couple paper cups, so his hand heat wouldn’t melt it. Smart kid.
I doubt I’ll go (to the movie), I’m afraid of what I’d find when I returned.