I'm still getting over a nasty stomach bug contracted while visiting the extended inlaws this weekend. Blech.
You know what has helped? I mean, not a lot, but a little bit? Two of the most comforting things I can think of: Snuggies and bad reality TV.
JB and I got each other Snuggies for Christmas (his is blue and mine is pink). It's the most-used present either of us got this year.
I love my pink Snuggie. Momerath likes it, too, evidenced by the fact that she slept in my lap FOUR TIMES this week. And only while I was wearing it. This is a new record for our more standoffish cat. I would provide pics, but the Snuggie falls under the Guilty Pleasure heading and the Internet has a long memory. I don't think I'd want pics of me in all my Snuggie glory resurfacing one day when I'm 45 and running for City Council or something.
Not that I'm planning on running for City Council. Though the local elections of 2028 could be exciting...
For bad reality TV, I watched The Bachelor on Monday night. Even better would have been one of those World's Craziest Police Car Chases shows on TruTV. Man, I love those shows. Mostly because the announcer guy thrives on puns and hyperbole. And he always ends each chase (after the car thieves are inevitably caught) with something like, "On that long stretch of Atlanta highway, these crooks found out just what happens when the devil goes down to Georgia."
At any rate, it's good that I've got the comfort thing nailed down because...
OMG IT'S GOING TO SNOW TOMORROW AAAAHHHHHHH
I'm just trying to give you a general taste of the terror and excitement building around the proposed TWO INCHES we might get here in the next day or so. All of you living above the Mason-Dixon can laugh, but this is big stuff here in Alabama. (Apparently also in Tennessee, as this mom blogger from Nashville so perfectly describes the general atmosphere. I swear, she could be talking about my hometown.) I think the hysteria is mostly because the state and local governments don't have good snow-clearing vehicles and none of us know how to drive in snow.
For example: today my boss related the story of when he first started working at our publication. He was driving to work during the Great Blizzard of 93 (I remember schools were closed for a week; I think we had three or four inches) and found himself behind a city truck. He was glad, figuring he'd be driving newly-cleared roads as long as he stayed behind it.
What it actually was: a large dump truck hauling a gigantic pile of salt. Two men were in the back of the truck, kicking salt onto the road with their boots as the truck drove along. This is what passed for "salting the roads" back then in North Alabama. I've got my fingers crossed that our technology has improved.
In case I'm snowed in with no power for the next month on account of the upcoming Snow Storm 2010, I'd love to know: what are your favorite comfy things?