Saturday, February 03, 2007
Oh man. It is 9*F here in Indiana. That's -12*C. That's 260* kelvin. That's 360* Hobbes. Get it? Kelvin and Hobbes! Ha. That is a joke coming from a frozen person, which is why it is lame.
We are sitting under blankets with sweatshirt hoods up and space heaters going. We are making odd noises like beat boxes. Stuffing our Yorkshire Terrier up our sleeves. Anything for warmth.
Earlier I ventured out from the homestead onto the frozen tundra to get to Walmart, and it was packed with Peyton Manning (GO COLTS!) jersey wearers, from infants to grandmas. I just wanted to get my food and get out.
You won't believe this. Walmart was OUT of chocolate chips. Not low on chips, but OUT. I've been to Walmart on Thanksgiving and Christmas Eve, but they're never out of baking supplies. I looked around and saw that they were out of any kind of baking chips except cinnamon and toffee. Unreal! I grabbed a bag of peanut M & M's instead, but they don't work in brownies very well.
So I get home and thaw my fingers and toes, go to get the M & M's and ... they're gone! Vanished! I have turned the kitchen and car upside down, and they are nowhere to be found. AAARGH.
If you were a pounder bag of M & M's, where would you hide from me???