So, this is what I get to deal with this weekend:
Okay, not really — that storm forecast was from the 2011 Snowmaggedon — but things are looking to be pretty hairy towards the end of this weekend/early next week.
Apparently, there’s a new chick coming to town who wants to dance with the Mid Atlantic. I guess Sandy didn’t get enough attention from Danny Zuko when she dumped him at the drive-in. Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned — or like a Snor’eastercane. (People love them some portmanteaus, I tell ya).
Other than the all-important weekend plans of procuring a witch’s hat and turnips to carve,
I think I’ll be staying in. A fort made of pillows and blankets + catching up “Nashville” and “Scandal” + four shiny new library books = a Perfect Storm (*rim crash*) weekend.
Stay safe, y’all!