A gift real special, so take off the top...
So.
Snow = yay!
Power outages = romantic!
Snow + Power Outages = HELL. HELL, I say, HELL.
Power goes out at three. PM. That means no internet. I am lost, but romanced by the idea of Valentine's Night dinner by candlelight. Boyfriend has power. Boyfriend cooks. Boyfriend, apparently, cooks better than I cook. (I burnt the chicken tonight... who knew you weren't supposed to put the lemons in the saucepan?!! Seriously, those directions were SHIT.) Thankfully, he does not give me a dick in a box. He does, however, play the song for me on the sax. In his boxers.
Come home. Cannot see. Fall over lots of things. Fall asleep by the fire.
Have asthma attack, because evidently, smoke brings back "childhood asthma." Stumble around. Find lantern. Lantern batteries run out. Fall over some more stuff. Get high off inhaler.
Get paranoid. Body starts shaking uncontrollably due to steroids. Fire is running out. Blankets are downstairs. Downstairs is dark. Fall down stairs. Scaredy-dogs bark. A lot. But they're cute, so I don't get too mad.
Fall asleep on sofa with newly acquired comforters. Wake up every ten minutes worrying I'll die of carbon monoxide poisoning, despite chimney. Consider trekking outside to make sure chimney is still there.
Fall asleep.
Freeze. More snow falls. And wind.
Freeze some more.
2 AM, everything turns back on. Including the fire alarm. Rawrr.
I have some extra reading to do. Did you know that the Cerebral Cortex is.... a bitch?
Snow = yay!
Power outages = romantic!
Snow + Power Outages = HELL. HELL, I say, HELL.
Power goes out at three. PM. That means no internet. I am lost, but romanced by the idea of Valentine's Night dinner by candlelight. Boyfriend has power. Boyfriend cooks. Boyfriend, apparently, cooks better than I cook. (I burnt the chicken tonight... who knew you weren't supposed to put the lemons in the saucepan?!! Seriously, those directions were SHIT.) Thankfully, he does not give me a dick in a box. He does, however, play the song for me on the sax. In his boxers.
Come home. Cannot see. Fall over lots of things. Fall asleep by the fire.
Have asthma attack, because evidently, smoke brings back "childhood asthma." Stumble around. Find lantern. Lantern batteries run out. Fall over some more stuff. Get high off inhaler.
Get paranoid. Body starts shaking uncontrollably due to steroids. Fire is running out. Blankets are downstairs. Downstairs is dark. Fall down stairs. Scaredy-dogs bark. A lot. But they're cute, so I don't get too mad.
Fall asleep on sofa with newly acquired comforters. Wake up every ten minutes worrying I'll die of carbon monoxide poisoning, despite chimney. Consider trekking outside to make sure chimney is still there.
Fall asleep.
Freeze. More snow falls. And wind.
Freeze some more.
2 AM, everything turns back on. Including the fire alarm. Rawrr.
I have some extra reading to do. Did you know that the Cerebral Cortex is.... a bitch?