It's just me and the dogs this weekend, since the better half is in Baltimore visiting a college friend. That means I can lay around on the couch in my underwear eating an entire container of Trader Joe's chocolate pudding while watching 40 Days and 40 Nights, including commercials, on TBS. Cute movie, by the way, though I don't know why I get sucked into these movies on stations that run commercials. Commercials make me crazy. Earlier this evening, the civil warning sirens were going off because of funnel clouds in the area, and I actually took the dogs down into the basement for cover for about 10 minutes. I think they brought back up about 5 pounds of dust each off the basement floor.
When it was crazy windy, I was watching the giant tree in our neighbor's yard bend and thought, if that thing fell like it looks it might, it would crush our place first, then the top floor of the neighbor's place, and the other units in my building might get a branch through a window or something. It was a wee scary. Then again, I am a big puss-boy.
With all the storms, I was thinking I might just hang at the house, but it eventually calmed down, and I went to Trader Joe's for some weekend grub. I had the willpower to not buy a tub of ginger snaps, but not to pass up the pudding. Small steps, Ellie.
