I thought my commute last night was bad (45 minutes to go five miles), but it was nothing compared to the stories I'm hearing this morning. Two of my co-workers (twin sisters) drive together from 40 miles away, and it took them 5 1/2 hours to get home last night.
Natter 62: The 62nd Natter
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
HMOG - and see, now I am all set with public transportation. Perspective, that is all I need.
Holy shit. 5 1/2 hours trapped in a car, even with a sister, would SUCK.
Also, in other holy shit news, I was reading Time Magazine last night. Emily Flake had a comic, in color, in Time! No way!
Watching the traffic reports on the news last night made me feel better about my decision not to leave my apartment yesterday.
"I can't. I am too sick. I will be better in three minutes."
He really wants a snooze button.
He really wants a snooze button.
Oh, speaking of!! DH got the best holiday corporate gift ever today - a movie studio sent him CLOCKY!! Not that I've used an alarm clock since Dylan was born, but I'll make an exception for Clocky.
Oh, man, I want a Clocky now.
Great link, Kat! I think that's why our chocolate chips turn out so differently when S. makes them compared to when I do. I think he lets the butter get way too soft.
Cookie ish? It's all in the butter.
Huh. That's the first time I've seen the word "butterfat" outside of a dairy farm context.
(Cows produce milk with varying percentages of butterfat. The higher the butterfat content, the better, as farmers get paid more for high butterfat milk.)
Will Clocky come out of hiding in a few minutes after it starts ringing again, so that grumpy people don't pull out their pistols?