Yesterday was an interesting day. Early in the morning, after being told that my work would not be open, The Hater and I decided to slide out and get some groceries before the big snow came. Slide we did, but not into anything, so that was okay.
The Hater grilled hot dogs for lunch. I made mac and cheese. This might sound boring, but really it was a big deal. We've not had hot dogs since we moved here, and mac and cheese has NEVER intentionally landed on my plate. I'm slowly trying to appreciate the world of cheese, albeit fake cheese, and although I ate some of the macaroni, it's not a culinary masterpiece I plan on making or eating again.
I've wrapped all of the Christmas presents that we'd already bought. We watched movies. I made Nana's cornbread dressing for supper.
Sometime after I sauteed the goodies for the dressing and before we decided to mull some cider for supper the stove top died. Fortunately the oven still worked. We ended up microwaving the mulled cider, which we admit was a redneck solution, but we really didn't care.
We took some of the dressing to a neighbor who lives on the other side of the complex. It was still snowing, and we found it to be between ankle-deep and shin-deep. By the time we made our way back to the apartment we had lost a scarf. The Hater told me it was too yucky in the parking lot to go to work today.
So I called my boss. She said that was fine. It's not supposed to get above freezing until 2 this afternoon. I've seen some people sliding around the apartment complex, and saw one person slide into the gate. I woke up The Hater to tell him I was feeling guilty, that maybe we could make it into work.
So far the plan remains to stay here. Even as I type I can hear people spinning wheels and scraping ice outside. They're braver than we are today.
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