Monday, December 10, 2007

Ice, ice, baby.

We are battening down the hatches for the Great Ice Storm of '07. Weeee! The fake poinsettas outside my front door are already coated with a thick layer of ice. Yes, I have fake poinsettas on my front porch. Shaddup.

Preparations for the Big Storm:
Check fridge.
Assess large pot of HO made chicken noodle soup, may be eaten cold if necessary.
Check for spare batteries, for flashlight, but more importantly, for the bouncy seat and swing.
Purchase 2 $9 ice scrapers from Orschelen's. WTF? Can I return these in a couple of days? What was I thinking?
Purchase 3 bags of ice melt @ $9 each. Again, whatever. Everyone else in town was out of icemelt, which is why I was at Orschelen's anyway. Who goes to Orschelen's, anyway? Which brings me to my next thing... waiting in line at Orschelen's. For EVER.
Resist the urge to stock up on Horehound Candy. Who eats that?
Check fridge.
Put Yoga Mat on windshield of car, to prevent ice buildup. Must get some use out of yoga mat, after all.
Buy Car lock ice melts for all my friends. only 99 cents each! A bargain.
Neglect to buy one for myself, as I never lock my car anyway.
And I'm not going anywhere.
Tell supervisor I'm not going anywhere.
Charge my phone and the bat phone so I can be readily available to tell people I am not going anywhere, but I will gladly write down their concerns.
Check fridge.
Tell Nanny to take the day off. Change mind and said we'd play it by ear tomorrow, since she still gets paid, I may have her come in the afternoon if we have power and she can make it over here. I can get some workity work done.
Check fridge.
Encourage Jamie to take out all the trash so it won't freeze to our porch for the next week.
Take more cold medicine.
Jamie is excited and wants to lose power. This scares me. I am going to end up with 2 cats, a beagle, my baby, and my roommate all in my bed trying to stay warm.
Check fridge.
Reminisce on the Great Ice Storm of '02, which we missed, because we were in the Caribbean on a cruise ship. sigh.
THAT was the way to weather the storm.


Roya Annoya said...

I love you. I go to Orshelen's and eat Horehound candy. But most of all, I like to say Horehound.


gypsy said...

What is Horehound candy? I want some.

Our prep: one bag of icemelt and an enchilada dinner to be shared with Rae and Jay who "ain't 'fraid o no storm."

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