I am fatigued.
I went Back to Work yesterday. Oh, my, what a productive couple of days I’ve had. Gone is the lethargic pajama-clad sloth of the past two weeks.
I am woman. Hear me roar.
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I had two days of good, productive fun.
Now, another winter storm is bearing down. Snow! Ice! Locusts! According to Universal Hub, the French Toast Alert Level is “Guarded”, but I’m thinking the needle must be stuck because I just got back from the grocery store, and based on my near-death experience, I’m calling High.
Yes. YES. I know. I am ashamed. We succumbed to the mass hysteria gripping the region and went to the grocery store after work today, with the original idea of “bopping in quickly” to pick up the requisite toilet paper, milk, bread and dog food, but leaving the store $100 lighter and with a overflowing grocery cart.
Apparently, every other resident of town had the same idea.
And, of course, we brought the bananamobile.
We should have brought the dog. THAT would have been PERFECT.
So anyway, we have 10 cans of soup and a GALLON of milk and dog food AND a generator AND 50 feet of extension cord.
Bring it on, bitches.
AndandAND, I got THIS:
p.s. the new faucet has arrived! w00t!