Hell, think how I feel, I have the recipe but no means to make it reality. All I can do is stare at the pictures. But not lick the magazine. Oh, no. Because that would be gross and weird and extremely silly.

I should go back to bed before Tom busts me for being on the board.

(the computer room is cold and not rest-inducing for the ill)

I have scalloped potatoes.

But they don't look like scallops.

More importantly, they don't taste like them.

I am going somewhere on the company dime tomorrow. Atlanta.

Yes, it is supposed to be warm and sunny here tomorrow. The daffodils and some trees and shrubs are in bloom. Fortunately, you will have missed yesterday's killer hail.

Let me know if you need any restaurant or other information.

kat, ATLANTA?! That's not a fun place to be alone on your anniversary. I'm sorry.

Kat = goddess

Thank you, Kat.

Poor Nora, you're sick. I think Tom should make those cupcakes for you.

I have scalloped potatoes.

But they don't look like scallops.

More importantly, they don't taste like them.

Someone should sue for false advertising.

I've made fun of all regions for their weather-related complaints. This isn't to say I don't see the tragedy or that I'm not sad or horrified by weather related deaths. Just that somehow, no matter where people live, they're going to complain about the weather. This, to me, is worth poking fun at.

Atlanta is too a fun place. Maybe not to be alone on your anniversary, but a fun place nevertheless.

Cindy, I can delete it now, yes?

Sure, it's fun, Ginger. But not on your anniversary where your spouse is elsewhere.