Here in Philly we are expecting yet another snow storm. Lovely. This one has ICE! Yay...not.
Weather like this keeps you in the house. You only go out for work, school, and necessities.
Wine is a necessity, not bread. But that's just me.
Over the weekend I had a hard time getting in the mood to write. I had a very bad cold. Very, very bad. And the hubby had our Saturday Night booked for a social gathering. He said the boos were free. What to do. Wine is a necessity as I've previously stated... invited to a place that serves free wine... wine is alcohol... therefore doubling as medication... therefore I can go.
The hubby and kid were happy to get me out of the house. They said I was acting a little off. Well, yes I was. Sore throat, snot rags, and a boat load of cough drops and you'd be too. I think they heard me grumbling about not bothering Mommy in her work place. I think they think I was starting to act like Jack up there. I think my kid remembers the Simpson's Tree House of Horror where Homer goes nuts without beer and TV.
Marge: ...Go crazy?
Homer: Don't mind if I do! *Homer starts murderous rampage.*
Foreseeing their own demise they practically pushed me out the door. Kid goes to her Aunt's. Me & the Hubby are on our own. Woot!
We get to our little soiree and yes there is alcohol but 'tis not free. Hubby shrugs his shoulders as he laughs. "Like you're gonna leave? Free or not you never pass up a drink. Now drink woman and feel better."
Ah, the man knows me. Isn't he romantic...
And no, the family is alive and well. I slept all day Sunday and they didn't bother me. I wrote a wee bit last night too.
With the next storm looming overhead I guess the hubby better stock up on Merlot and Pinot Grigio. Mama's gotta some editing to do.
Enjoy today's clips that inspired this post.
