Tonight: Periods of snow. The snow could be heavy at times. Low around 18. Blustery, with a north northwest wind between 20 and 25 mph, with gusts as high as 35 mph. Chance of precipitation is 100%. New snow accumulation of 9 to 13 inches possible.
I made lasagna Sunday. Berck helped by making his famous tomato sauce. I used all three of the eggs left in the carton to make the pasta. I like playing with the KitchenAid pasta maker. It’s like playing with an electric Fuzzy Pumper Barber Shop. Then I wanted to make cookies, but we were out of eggs. So I used mayonnaise instead and left out the salt. They ended up being a different texture, very crumbly instead of chewy. Berck refuses to eat them. He insist they taste like mayonnaise, but I think that’s only because he saw me put…
At the Sprint store, Natahlee finally called me over. “Now you’re here to get a new Treo?” “No, I already got the Treo. We just added me to the account. I need to get a phone. I also need to turn in this phone for $25, for the Treo I already bought.” Natahlee typed some things into her computer. “Now are you Michele?” “No, I’m Joanna.” Hadn’t she just called my name? “Oh, we need the primary account holder to add a phone. Because there’s the contract involved.” Remember how Mallory promised that I could pick up the phone? That…
Billy Elliot: If you like well-produced movies with English accents and essentially no plot or substance, and you’re female, you’ll like Billy Elliot. I was unimpressed, but it’s not like it was bad– just boring and predictable. Girl, Interrupted: After hearing a This American Life interview with the author, and on Jonah’s recommendation I thought I’d watch it. Much better than I suspected it would be. Worth watching, but nothing spectacular. It made me think about things that I’m not entirely sure I wanted to think about.
I left work and headed for Sprint to go get my new phone. The Interstate here has big marquee signs that warn you about traffic problems up ahead. Usually, they say something like, “CRASH AT BRIARGATE ALL LANES OPEN,” which explains that the reason you’re sitting in bumper to bumper traffic is because of onlooker lag. This day they said, “FUNERAL PROCESSION EXITS 215 – 257 CLOSED.” Actually, I have no idea which exits it said were closed, because I don’t keep track of exits by their numbers but by their road names. I could see brake lights backing up…