Wet Feet, Cranky Brain
January 27, 2004
You remember when you were a kid and snow was predicted overnight and you got all excited and in the morning you would wake up and dash to the window and there was snow but not a lot but still! snow! and you'd rush to the radio and listen to the school closings and your school was like, the ONE super-lame school that was opening on time?
My job is now that super-lame school and now it's even worse because I can't take the bus here. Instead I have to get my ass up and outside and scrape a quarter-inch of ice off my car while trying to keep my balance on my (still) unplowed, unsalted street in heels and dorky $85 Ann Taylor pants. And my classes started yesterday, but they're both online so no snow days there either. Boo. Y'all, I hate being a grown-up so much sometimes.
Instead of having coffee this morning, I made hot chocolate. Because that's just what you do on snow days, regardless.