My dog can't come to the blog right now. He's on the phone with Comcast trying to determine if there's a way to disable the cable box from receiving any of the local TeeVee stations. Apparently, Stewey feels that I get a little too "involved" in the weather report, and he's tired of me running around the house hollering "The sky is falling! The sky is falling!".
Case in point....today I happened to turn on a local station as they were starting their noon broadcast, and right there on the TeeVee its very self was this HUGE graphic (with accompanying serious music) that said "BRACING FOR IMPACT".
I can't take it anymore.
When I was in my 20's and living here in Hoosierville, I never knew what the heck was going to fall from the sky and I was just fine with that. Concert tickets when they were predicting two feet of sleet? No problem. Just switch out the shoes for some fancypants boots and we're all set. White-outs on the Toll Road? Well, drive slower or just decide to stay over in Chi-town a little longer to wait it out. I was fearless, I tell ya. Fearless.
(I also used up every single last one of my STUPID POINTS, so I suppose that would explain why I am headed to the storm bunker in the master closet if they've spotted so much as a puffy white cloud somewhere over Iowa.)
Thanks for all of your well wishes. Stewey and I are nicely provisioned and are ready for whatever comes our way. Here's hoping that everybody in the "PATH OF THE STORM" is ready and all safe and warm and dry, with a lovely Merlot and some serious stitching in hand.