There are one or two reasons that I am late in posting today. Those reasons have to do with the polar vortex. I know Christmas is over, but I want to write a belated letter to Santa.
I know you love living at the North Pole, but I would greatly appreciate it if you would keep your
P.S. I think you may have accidentally skipped me this year. That incident with the (insert any number of things here) was greatly exaggerated.
When I got up this morning, I did what I normally do. I turned on the cold water in the bathroom to brush my teeth, but there was nothing there. Turned it off, turned it on, turned it off, turned it on.....well, you get the picture. I'm a little slow on the uptake in the morning.
So, of course that meant maintenance had to come over before I even had my breakfast. There was a lot of hemming and hawing and clearing of throat before I was told that he needed to consult with a plumber. REALLY????
Well, while you are on your consultation I need to have breakfast and then see about restocking some of these empty shelves in the pantry.
After breakfast I was told "you can't just heat pvc pipe like you do copper pipe so there will probably be a big explosion and if I were you I would remove everything out from under the bathroom cupboard". SIGH!!! Did he see how much stuff I had crammed under there. It wasn't pretty.
At that point I decided a trip to Trader Joe's was in order. That is where the polar vortex comes in again. After I put on
After I skated across the parking lot, (what do those maintenance men do) I tried tugging, pulling, and saying a few choice words to get the door open, any door open. It was now two points for the polar vortex, zero for Laura.
Meanwhile it was 4 degrees out with a windchill of -18. So, I skated back across the parking lot and got some warm water. The trusty internet told me to pour some warm water on the door. The internet is not as trusty as you think. It didn't work. I did finally get the passenger door open and was able to get into the car. Miracle of miracles that grumpy old car started right up. It was now polar vortex two, Laura one. After sitting there with the car sort of warming up for a few minutes I managed to get my legs swung over to the driver's side ( not easy with two knee replacements) and shove that door open from the inside.
I was on my way. I wish I had thought to take a photo of Trader Joe's when I got there. All I can say is I looked at the store and turned to the smiling manager and said. Mother Hubbard's cupboard seems to be bare. Yep, all the trucks are iced in, in Indianapolis. SIGH!!! polar vortex three, Laura still one. On the bright side there was not one loaf of bread there except (I think I saw a light shining down from Heaven at this point) one loaf of Udis gluten free.
I took that loaf and headed home......
where I fixed myself a cup of tea, lit a scented candle, and got out my book.
Ha, take that polar vortex. I'm in here where it is nice and warm while you are out there freezing your you know what off.
Oh, and my pipe is no longer frozen, with no explosion, so I think that polar vortex and I are pretty well even now.