Pgh Lesbian Correspondents

Finally … I wake up to some good news. I don't hafta go anywhere b/c I brought my work home with me (I'm rapping my knuckles on my temple right now).  I get to finish a grant proposal and a home study report in my pajamas.  Woo hoo!

I've been mesmerized by KDKA's coverage of this storm.  They didn't report a single item of actual news during the 11 PM broadcast last night.  The only break from Storm Team Coverage (is that KDKA?) was an insipid little encounter between Sonni Abatta and Sydney Crosby — if I heard her say “Syd” one more time, I was going to retch. Right now, I'm tuned into Marty Griffin telling us the “real deal” on the snowstorm that ate Pittsburgh.  He's almost frothing in despair at the impending doom.  Just told me to call the old people I know and forbid them to set foot outside. 

Thankflly, most of the old people I know either have enough common sense to stay inside or are in the bosom of people who can do that for them.

I'm all set for the day.  I bought blueberry muffins last night.  Just made a pot of coffee.  Downside is that I'm out of real creamer so I have to use artificial.  Drat. 

My favorite part of the day is going outside with the woofers — they love this stuff.  Amadeus and Alexander are just dumb enough to argue over who gets to “retrieve” the snowballs.  They will take each other out to catch it directly and then sort of look stunned b/c “hey, that's cold!”  Nothing like wrestling, growling 120 lb dogs to keep the neighbor kids in line.  If they only knew what all the fuss was about …

Another good part of yesterday (after our early dismissal) was playing Yahtzee. I  haven't played that game since I was a kid.  Ledcat's mom got it for me this past Christmas and after a few rolls of the die, we caught the hang of it again.  Now that's a memory … hot chocolate, snow dipping off the coats in the corner, a fire and Yahtzee.  Its so very Norman Rockwell!