So, I ended up leaving work about 1:30 yesterday as the snow kept coming down. For once it wasn’t the “school girl powder” snow that we normally get but a “butt-kicking evil” wet snow that was slick and heavy. When I got home I felt stupid, because the roads were mostly clear and I probably could have stayed. The boss informed me this morning that the power went out here at work about 3:00 and stayed out until late in the night. He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named (no, not Lord Voldemort) turned up on my doorstep as is usual when he is at school and the roads get messy. Where he lives (near the Tennessee state line) always gets hammered worse than we do here in town. I was not in the right frame of mind to have him sleep over last night. What can you do? So, the suggestion to beat it to the store for beer was a good one. I got buzzed, acted like everything was cool and kept my mouth shut. I didn’t cry too much when he bedded down on the couch and I crawled into bed all by myself knowing that I would wake up and have to see his face this morning. Dumb, stupid, idiotic me …