It’s snowing again and I was in complete denial about the forecast, again.
Apparently grocery shopping before snow is not as stupid as I previously thought.
I’ve got one “ham” and cheese hot pocket (I’m not a picky eater, but mystery meat is strictly for children under 12), hummus (no bread or veggies to dip in it), what might be mexican leftovers  (from three weeks ago) and mustard.
My neighbors are not home to clean off my car.
I could walk to the store if I get hungry, but I probably won’t because I do have ten out of a twelve pack and three bottles of wine, my neighbors will hopefully be home by the time I sober up.

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Note to my enemies who are thinking this would be a good day to call social services: First of all, it’s snowing in Richmond, most of the city, including government employees, have five gallons of milk and 7 loaves of bread to drink and eat today, they are very busy. Secondly, my kids are at their Dad’s. Being snowbound, even if just for a day, does not put me in a bonding kind of mood.