While sitting here reading Newsweek in my excruciatingly wonderfully high-waisted skirt, the severe storm sirens just went off.
My first thought was wondering if the pizza delivery men are allowed to still deliver my dinner, or if they are kept inside until danger has passed.
Doesn't really matter to me. They should probably be kept safe, the only reason for them to hurry would have been to get here before the males of the family went to track practice, and now that is surely canceled due to the aforementioned storms.
Also now that I can't bike tonight to where I needed to go, I'll need a car. Which will be here because the boys won't be at track.
Things usually work out, just not usually this neatly.
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