Okay, not really stormy. Just wicked windy.
The husband went out to see a friend.
It’s 10:21 pm and I’ve been watching “Ghost Hunters” since 8:00.
They’re doing the Copper Queen Hotel investigation right now.
I can’t move. Can’t go pee. Certainly can’t go into the basement and get my laundry.
If my cat sneezes I might have a heart attack.
Seriously. Why do I do this to myself?