Well...
Snowpocalypse turned out to be less dire than predicted, fortunately. We still got 4-5 inches plus a lovely layer of ice over everything, but that's a lot better than what was expected. It's now that time of year when Midwesterners say things like, "Well, it's all the way up to 22 today, so I don't need my jacket." What I'm saying is, everyone is gripped by the cruel talons of insanity and cabin fever and there's no escaping it until spring.
I've been keeping myself occupied, mostly with harmless activities like making soup. Soup's nice and this is certainly the weather for it. But then this happened:
IT WAS AN ACCIDENT. AN ACCIDENT, I SWEAR.
I now own Bigfoot erotica in ebook form. It's not like I ever planned on running for public office anywhere, but even so...
I've been keeping myself occupied, mostly with harmless activities like making soup. Soup's nice and this is certainly the weather for it. But then this happened:
IT WAS AN ACCIDENT. AN ACCIDENT, I SWEAR.
I now own Bigfoot erotica in ebook form. It's not like I ever planned on running for public office anywhere, but even so...