Went to the grocery store on my lunch with a co-worker just to pick up a few things. We're short on milk (um...house with three kids--we're ALWAYS short on milk) and I was craving pot pies for dinner tonight. Wow. The store was PACKED. Not only are we contending with the last minute oh-crap-I-haven't-bought-her-anything-yet-for-Valentine's-Day rush, but everyone is in a panic mode due to the lovely storm heading our way.
As my co-worker and I got headed back to work, she looked down at her gas gauge and realized, "Whoa! I'm in the red!" She dropped me off and headed to the gas station just down the road. Took her over 20 minutes. Each lane was stacked THREE cars. Glad I filled up yesterday.
Anyrate, they are predicting the storm is supposed to hit around 5:00 tonight. If that's accurate, I will have to race to get home before it hits. Nothing I hate more than being stuck in traffic on the highway with the kids in a snowstorm.
Odds are, school will be out for Valentine's Day. And then I would have to cancel our Girl Scout meeting--two meetings in a row. I don't even mind. The weather's been so cold and crappy in general, it's not phasing me to miss a few Girl Scout meetings ONE BIT. :-)
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Do they issue snowshoes or chains with the wheel tax or vehicle taxes? New York is white is winter ... that much is clear.
Good luck, stay warm!
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Lurid embellishment and re-write: "We were nearly out of milk, thankfully my friend is a wet nurse..."
[Enter Scott Cramer]: "Ya SEE! I was RIGHT! John drinks ALL the milk!"
One thing distressed me about this message, and it was that I, also, had a craving for pot pies the other day. I thought of them for the first time in years, decades really--so I picked some up on my next trip to the grocery. There's still one in the freezer. So, the first thought I had involved a subliminal ad campaign conspiracy by Swanson. But, come to think of it, it was something else that triggered the idea for me. I'll mark it off as a coincidence this time.
Of course, you probably thought of them when John said: "SHUT UP, B**CH! GO FIX ME A TURKEY POT PIE!" (read: John Bender, The Breakfast Club)
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