The last few days have been dead around here, don’t you agree? I got caught up at my parents with the major Midwest ice storm which eliminated the drone of the TV, but unfortunately also nixed internet access. After two days, I shivered like an meth addict who happened to be wearing my polka dotted socks. When I started growling answers to questions and twitching, my mother had the good sense to call the internet provider and to be officially told that there was a “server problem.” I think she then contemplated tranquilizers, complete with dart gun.
Sweet, sweet internet. How I longed for thee.
The only thing of note that I have learned over this long weekend is that I do not just have German blood in me. While I am acutely organized and neat, after watching my aunt fold and smooth the WalMart bags before placing them gently onto the pile of crushed bags in the pantry, I understood that there is quite a great deal of lazy American in me.