And people say spelling isn’t important…

So far, I’m having a holly jolly ice day, how ’bout you?

Went to Albertson’s last night around dinner time and OH MY GOD what a clusterfuck!

There must have been a thousand people there, half of them in line waiting to be checked out.  The parking lot was freakin’ full to the brim.  It was truely unbelievable.  It took me 30 minutes to shop and 45 minutes to get through the line with my frozen foods defrosting.  There were huge gaps in the shelves where they couldn’t be stocked as fast as people were grabbing at odd things like lunchmeat and chips.  I saw a guy buying 10 gallons of bottled water.  Like it was the end of the world.  I hear that if you listened to Gary England, you might have thought it was the next ice age, if not Armageddon.  I would have waited and gone at midnight to Wal Mart had I known, but Oh, well.

I did get all my other errands done with dispatch, however, and the dry cleaning is picked up/dropped off, I have firewood and a full tank of gas and some cash from the bank and the corkscrew to replace the one I broke Christmas Eve.  I’ve rented four great comedies: Airplane, Big, Ferris Beuller’s Day Off and Groundhog Day.  Doesn’t get any better than that.  I’ve also got Annie Hall and a couple others in reserve out of my private library.  No thoughtful films this weekend, only the light touch.

There’s an absolutely brilliant fire crackling in the fireplace and I have my whole computer library playing on shuttle and that’s a good couple days worth without repeats.

I’ve got hot chocolate, tea, coffee beans and those tiny little marshmellows.  Muaaahhhhahahahahahahahahahaha !!!!!!

I did my crumbled bread out the back door trick again and Sinatra is pleasantly occupied.  He says it’s much more interesting than television, and I agree.

I’ve got all the good stuff done like opening the cabinets underneath the sinks and covering the outside faucets.

I’ve even got a sack of rock salt if it gets absolutely necessary.

There are 10 gallons of bottled water in my storm shelter.

It’s the end of the world, you know.