It occurs to me that this sudden climate shift is possible proof that the world really DOES end tomorrow. What Time Zone is that scheduled to start happening during, again? Because damn, I've got some stocking up to do. The internet informs me tampons are great for more than just women, but to jam into all sorts of wounds, and that I should be picking up toilet paper to sell at a premium.
So, I bought fridge cookie dough and eggnog. If it comes down, you're all fully welcome to swing by my place, where I will be barricaded underneath the table with this treasure trove that I'm sure you all are dying to share in.
Somewhere along the way, I'm also running a trial gravy experiment, and attempting to wrap a bathrobe, scarf, and other hard to handle gifts. Pray for me. I may never return. Of course, provided we die tonight, this is all moot anyway, but I'm hoping I'll be one of the survivors ready to rebuild the human race to all its former glory.
What do you think? Is asking women if they want to repopulate the earth coming on a LITTLE strong in that time of great need? I wouldn't use it otherwise.
Well, probably.