Damnitdamnitdamnit.
Snow predicted at at least 4 inches starting Saturday.
Hopefully not too early because I need to go get the car emissions-tested.
And the cupboards are bare. Well, not really, just missing key ingredients that make them useful and I hate the grocery store riots the night before a storm so that means I should go tonight. And it isn't as if 4 inches is a lot, I just prefer not to drive in it and certainly don't want to shop in it.
DAMNIT.
So, is it really lame that I get choked up watching the Army band marching in this parade? I won't even start with how uphappy I am with this president, but there's something about the serving the country, regardless of the quality of the president, that always gets to me. Also, I think Laura Bush looks nice in white.
I think Starbucks chai is too pumpkin-y. Or maybe its the cloves. I love Oregon Chai and it's what I miss most about pregnancy.
ETA: Now the rescue dogs are marching by. Cute!
We're expecting about 2 inches of snow here, which doesn't sound like much but will still shut Durham down if it arrives. I decided to come in late to work to day, and hit the grocery store first. With the temperatures hovering around 40F, I figure it's as good as a 'fridge in my car's trunk. I would have felt all bad employee-ish, if my manager hadn't taken today off entirely.
eta: As far as the inaug goes, I'm maintaining strict radio silence.
I'm in complete media black out.
Ear-ma for Allyson. I hope it's not serious.
We got sent home form work early because of the snow, and befroe I even got home, the snow had stopped.
Vince Vaughan tried to get a propguy friend of mine fired because he wouldn't even let him touch the real gun which was going to be used in a scene, even though it was unloaded. This is why.
I swear there was a Monk episode on this very subject recently. I think that's what it was, anyway.
Nonian, nah.
I wish if it is going to snow, it would do it on sunday, so I'd at least have one weekend day to do my errands and such. But nooooooo.
Hate winter.
Vince Vaughan tried to get a propguy friend of mine fired because he wouldn't even let him touch the real gun which was going to be used in a scene, even though it was unloaded. This is why.
What a meathead. (VV, that is.) Hello, potentially lethal instrument. Remember Brandon Lee? Yeesh.
Remember Brandon Lee? Yeesh.
Or more apt, John Eric Hexum.
Of course nobody remembers him anymore except as a cautionary tale about fucking around with the prop-guns.