Everyone is talking of the storm. There are whispers and warnings and amazing wonderments. It’s like somehow, one snowless winter has made everyone forget their Minnesota Heritage. Come on, people, we grew up with this. We know blizzards! There is nothing the sky can vomit on us that we can’t just wipe away with a ruddy nordic scoff.
And hell, I think we can all pretty much agree that those childhood photos of us standing in front of 6 foot snowdrifts are a thing of the past for Minnesota. Since the Halloween blizzard of ’91, our snow fall has diminished steadily. We know this. News of 6 foot snow drifts will only be coupled with “lake effect” and “colorado” from now on. And as things get warmer they will only be referred to in sort of a strange historical sense.
The snow is coming this weekend, sure. Fine. I imagine it won’t be nearly as awful as anyone expects.
I, for one, will be making a white bean and cabbage soup tonight along with some rosemary bread. If we get snowed in I’ll spend the weekend dining on soup, crocheting robots and dinosaurs and making jam.

Let’s all wish the nipple grabbing Irish Boy a very happy 32nd birthday and declare “Cá bhfuil an leithreas? Tá Dáithi ag glacadh cithfholctha sa ndorchadas.”
EDIT: If you have had trouble making comments on this post, the problems have been fixed. Apparently, Movable Type hates Irish. It’s not surprising, everyone hates everything from Ireland so a software program hating on the language is no real surprise. Please, leave a comment and wish him a very happy birthday (this means you, Anna, he introduced you to Mike and you owe him big time for that)

This morning in my regular running late flurrious rush I grabbed my Hello Kitty lunch box out of the fridge and it was covered in cold, wet goo. Ah fuck, something in my lunch must have leaked. It wasn’t the chili because that is reddish brown, not clear, it wasn’t the clementine, those don’t really leak so much and it wasn’t the tortilla chips because…well that’s just crazy.
I figured there must have been a breach in my yogurt seal and it was leaking sweetened yogurt whey goo all over the fridge.
Nope. Dry.
So, obviously, the Alien decided to hide in my fridge and drip goo everywhere. Do not touch the goo.
I emptied my lunch box, tossed the perishables into the fridge and left.
At work I realized that I put my lunch back in the fridge. That was stupid. Now I can’t eat my lunch because it is 5.3 miles away. The goo never actually touched the food, just the lunch box. I am retarded. Retarded and hungry.

Let’s see, how do I write this and not come across as one of those gooey in love types that ends up alienating her single friends….
hmmmm
Valentines day was straight up lovely and traditional with cards and glitter and cut out hearts and boxes of truffles and delicious dinner out and greek food and wine and snuggling.
And gooey and happy and all that