Let it snow

Bad news on the Mardi Gras front. If you were to throw a dart at the area in the midwest that's supposed to get six to ten inches of snow by this time tomorrow, St. Louis would be the freaking bull's eye. And if you were to hit it, I'd buy you a beer. But that's beside the point.

Weather.com says the driving conditions tomorrow will be "extremely hazardous if not impossible." Sounds promising, doesn't it? Yeah, not so much. We're in the throes of deciding whether we're still young enough to bounce if we get tossed through a windshield. I'm thinking not.

So, odds are that I won't be imbibing hurricanes and begging for beads this weekend. At least not in the Lou.

In other news, it looks like I may make it through an entire five days of work this week. You see, two weeks ago, I was in Florida Tuesday through Sunday. And then last week was the Attack of the Killer Virus, causing me to take Thursday and Friday off. But this week, even though I still have remnants of the raspy machine gun, I just might make it through Friday! Woo hoo for me! No wait, boo hoo for me.

And now for a secret: I'm not exactly sad about the possibility of missing Mardi Gras. Because, well, I've had an increasingly strong and persistant urge to go shopping. It's been a while. The Urge is actually sitting on my shoulder right now, whispering at me to waste the whole weekend at stores I can't realistically afford. Shopping sounds mighty preferable to standing in the wind of downtown St. Louis, shivering and whining because I just dropped my phone in a half-frozen puddle and I really need to go to the bathroom but I can only find a porta potty and I just want to get something to eat and where's that camel back when I need it and is the line to this bar almost up? And why can't I see a TV? THE KU GAME IS ON.