josephene

Let it Snow, Let it Snow, Let it Snow...

I got into work tonight only to find that panic had set it because of the snow in the forecast tonight and over the weekend. One thing about Northern Indiana, we are very pro-active when it comes to snow-storms, but a little leery about looking at 12 inches of blowing and drifting goodness. (okay, anyone else see the sexual metaphor there? just me?...well, alrighty...*wink*)

Coming through the door at work tonight, I felt like a mom arriving home to a house of chaos. Everyone spouting off worries, concerns, plans...ect. And me...being the RATIONAL? one, calms their nerves with a simple... "we'll be fine.." This is a tricky business in tricky tricky weather, and lots of prep is needed, but it's not out of the realm of possibility people, GEESH! *giggle*

Does anyone else smell butterscotch pudding?

My kitchen looks like Betty Crocker came, she saw, she EXPLODED. Making EVERY kind of item you can think of for a bake sale tomorrow, walking through the door, you are taken over by the smell of snickerdoodles, chocolate, and the sweet, unmistakable smell of icing. I'll happily pass off the responsibility tomorrow morning as the sale gets underway while I'm still at work. I just wonder if GingerGayle will be able to figure out where I hid her Kitchen-Aid Mixer. Does anyone else get physically moved thinking about having one of their very own, or is this just "me-specific" issue?

Alright, I'm doing nothing but babbling now. I have spent so much time today daydreaming, I want to talk-talk-talk...Everyone have a GREAT weekend...and if you are one of the chosen few who are getting dumped on by the snow-fairy, stay safe.

QUESTION: If you found out you were going to die, what would be the first thing you would do?
kinda morbid, I realize, but it's interesting to hear people's answer