The return of Ms. Grumpypants

The wait in line at the grocery store this morning was made bearable only by the unrelenting flirting going on between me and the young man in line in front of me.

No matter that he was very young - eighteen months or so, it was still fun.

With the forecast for no-one-really-knows-how-much snow, the grocery was jam-packed with people thinking they will be snowed in for weeks.  Me?  I went to get a bag of chicken breast and some ketchup (not for the same meal).  After a long wander through the store, I came home with a lot of cheese, brownies, trail mix, crackers, oranges, couscous and no chicken breast.  When I finally found it, they wanted nine bucks for a three pound bag; the same bag, with much, much less freezer burn, goes for $2.50 less at Aldi.

Prior to joining the maddening (and yes, I meant maddening rather than madding - describing my reaction rather than their state, though they were certainly madding) crowds at Pick n Save, I politely asked the people at the phone place to take their phone back.  While I did very much like it, there were just a few too many little quirks that would make me crazy over time.  Since I keep my phones forever, I need to be completely happy. The new one is working out much better for me, particularly after I did the math for the clerk, who pretty much sent me into shock with numbers she was quoting at first for the trade up.

Snow update:  Only three to five here, but winds up to forty miles an hour tomorrow.  After sundown, the temps will go into the deep freeze.  Elsewhere in the state, they've already had a foot of snow; we are the blessed ones this time.  There is talk of closing the interstates at some point overnight.

Adding to my grumpiness is the uncertainty about church - I'm reading, so if we are open, I should go.  But if I remember correctly, the church is responsible for snow removal on the portion of the school lot we use. The only storm we got on a church day last year was Christmas Eve - four to five inches that we didn't clear.  I'm just not up for this, especially when I have actual work work I brought home to do...don't want to come home exhausted from shoveling out, then battling stupid people on the streets, and not get to it.

Bah.  I hear brownies and a glass of wine calling my name, along with the Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe. Let tomorrow worry about itself.