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Since we got this game of Trouble for Yule/Christmas, I’ve won one game. ONE. Okay, I’ll admit I let him win a couple after the first game (the only one I won), but now… Now it’s personal.

Yesterday was one of those days that happens at least once every winter. The weather forecasters said we’d get SNOW!, and so many people panicked and canceled things for the day. And here in Massachusetts we got literally millimeters of snow. Hardly worth any fuss at all, really. Certainly not worth canceling school the night before, in my opinion.

Not that I’m bitter about NOT getting my auto-call from the school, ignoring my alarm, getting up late, rushing around to get out the door, driving Ethan to school, and luckily bumping into a janitor who told us school was canceled. Then driving back home, getting Ethan settled, and running even later to work. Nope. Not bitter AT ALL.

But aside from my not-bitterness, there is a point here. I live in Massachusetts. Worcester gets an average of 67.2″ of snow a year, ranking number 22 on the Top 101 Cities with the Highest Average Snowfall. Snow is not an unusual occurrence around here. By freaking out over a potential storm, you’re going to get people all worked up, then angry that nothing happens. When an actual storm shows up, people won’t think about what they should be doing to stay safe, and will get themselves into trouble.

Remember the story of the boy who cried wolf? We had to buy it for Ethan for Christmas to remind him to always tell the truth, so let me refresh your memory. A little boy thought it was great fun to see the adults panic whenever he said the wolf was coming, so he kept doing it. When a wolf finally showed up, no one believed him, and the entire village wound up getting eaten by the wolf.

Hmm… Perhaps we should remember that story the next time we think there might be SNOW! coming.

And fix the auto-caller so I know there won’t be school, please.

I’m really good at making my point in the most foot-in-mouth way possible.

Me: Loathe is a pretty strong word. I can’t think of anyone I loathe.

John: Do you loathe Hitler?

Me: I’m not okay with Hitler…

So, I totally meant to do this yesterday. But I spent most of the day freaking out over WHY ISN’T MY GALLERY WORKING??!! And, in the end, I give mad props out to DreamHost Tech Support. I told them what was wrong, they did whateverthehell a chmod is, and voila! It works!

In the meantime, I spent all of Thursday tweeting. If you don’t follow me on Twitter, you…umm…should. Some days it’s very stream-of-consciousness. Particularly now that I have a pretty decent app to tweet, reply, and retweet. I’m @ifferjenn, in case you couldn’t figure it out.

So, starting in the morning at breakfast:

So Ethan the only child doesn’t feel left out, I play “I’m Not Touching You” with him.

As I got to work, remembering the guy behind me to get on the highway:

The guy behind me has the best Old Man hat evah.

Midday:

When my hair turns white, I want to dye the hair around my face purple.

At lunch:

Hummus and balsamic vinegar make me happy. Though probably not if they were mixed together.

After lunch (a few now):

The eternal struggle: To work out, or not to work out. Ugh…I hate that elliptical machine. :p

@AlliesAnswers – I just kept waffling until I ran out of time before my meeting. Ah well…now I’ll have to wait till after.

How long until I get fed up with my hair and tie it up? How about… … NOW!

I did go work out, by the way:

Is it bad that I did my 20 minute, high-intensity workout, and all I’m thinking about is trading those points in for a beer?

Also, I heart DreamHost! My gallery is working again: www.ifferjenn.com/gallery

And, after I got home:

@AlliesAnswers Thanks!

Off to watch more Sopranos! Perhaps I’ll even go two MORE points over today!

Yes, I had wine with the Sopranos. And, finally, a surprise before bedtime:

OMG…Tony Soprano is now following me! Better not mention the you-know-what with the you-know-who…

Keep in mind, this is just a FRACTION of what goes on in my head on the average day.