Where do my weeks go?
And yet, if they fly so fast –
why isn’t Spring here?

It’s snowing again. We’re supposed to get another 3 inches today. It’s that really fine, baby-flake snow that blows sideways and tries hard to make you believe that it won’t have much affect on the roads and the sidewalks that you have to travel.

It’s lying.

Shortman is coming home for Spring break today. I have an appointment with the accountants to go over my 2009 taxes. Mr. Hot and I must finish the downstairs bathroom disaster this weekend. I started my period (again, gawddamnittohell). I have to make Shortman an eye appointment so he can get new contacts. AND take him to the Verizon store to get his phone contacts moved over to his new phone.

Sigh.

I really just want to put on a pair of short, sit outside with a book, and relax.

—- Did I mention? It’s snowing again. —-

Anonymous Boxer has declared Wednesdays “Movie Clip Day”. This week’s theme is Bad Guys.

In my mind, though, the most evil bad guy isn’t a guy at all – it’s this woman:

I mean, seriously – scariest bitch witch ever.

The Wizard of Oz has always been one of my favorite movies – when I was little, it was the one movie my Mom would let me stay up past my bedtime to watch. Shortman and I used to spend so many afternoons laying in bed watching the video on Saturday mornings that he would walk around singing the Lollipop Guild song.

He even did the arm thing at the end.

This scene is the one that gave me nightmares. (Embedding disabled upon request…sigh)

—- Today though? I want this shirt. I think I may wear it to our next 7 hour vendor meeting. —-

Last night, Mr. Hot said to me, “Have you printed off your boarding pass?” I told him no, that I planned on printing it at the airport.

I’ve never known you to do that before.

No reply was necessary, because he – as usual – was right.

You’re banking on the flight being cancelled, aren’t you?

Well, yes, I was.

And when my phone rang at 12:30 am, a mere two hours after I’d fallen asleep, I was convinced it was American Airlines calling me to tell me that, indeed, my flight was cancelled.

No.

It was a wrong number.

I tossed and turned for another hour or so, and then I guess I fell asleep because the next thing I knew, the alarm was going off. Four o’clock. Woo-fucking-hoo.

I looked outside and saw WHITE. The snow had arrived. All of the melted areas that I had so gleefully stared at all weekend – when the temps hit the upper 40s – were gone. The driveway was covered. When I let the dog out and flipped on the outside light, the beam barely cut through the blizzard that was raining down.

I checked again for an email – something that would give me the excuse I needed to crawl back under the covers for another hour or two – but again, no.

Sigh.

Instead of getting into the car at 5:30, we left at 5. No tracks on our street. One set of tires had driven down the road we take out to town. Pulling onto U.S. 12, we found the going a bit easier, but still, I hung onto the edge of my seat and mumbled profanities at the idiot who felt the need to tailgate us all the way out to I-94.

(It wasn’t evil that I laughed when we saw that same idiot spin into a circle and nearly end up in a ditch when he decided to pass us on the right, was it? I didn’t think so.)

After 40 more white-knuckled minutes on the road, I was deposited at the terminal. Extracting a promise that he would CALL ME when he made it home, I made my way through security and to my gate. Forty minutes later, he called to say he’d made it. That’s when I started breathing again.

Then I looked out the window and saw this:

The crew was an hour late because they couldn’t make it in from their hotel. Another hour went by before we were de-iced. Thirty more minutes to sit in line (and I wondered if we’d have to be de-iced AGAIN) and wait for a runway to clear.

—- Did I mention that when I took my scarf off to go through security, it was tangled in my wig and I pulled my hair off? Oh hell yea. What an awesome morning. —-

• A weekend with all 5 of our favorite kids.
• Real, oil popped popcorn.
• Forty-seven degrees in Ann Arbor today.
• Spaghetti and meatballs.
• A Michigan hockey win.

—- Veriz0n replacing Shortman’s broken phone for free, even though I was too cheap to buy insurance. —-

Wage a battle against embitterment and take part in Grace in Small Things. Thanks to Schmutzie, as always.

Early dark thirty.
Waiting for my french toast.
Lifesaving coffee.

Since Monday was a U.S. holiday – for some of us at least – and I had meetings until 7:30 last night, I decided to take the first Friday morning flight out of Chicago instead of traveling on Thursday evening.

O’Hare is even more O’Horror-ish at 5 a.m.

—- I figure drowning myself in powdered sugar AND maple syrup will help, right? —-