Last night after work I swung by Shane’s and grabbed some tenderloin and some green beans, went home, tossed it with some pasta and called it dinner. We watched the latest episode of the Wire and then went to the kitchen to make decaf, at which point we noticed the snow. Quite a lot of it had come down in a very short time and Ellen announced that it, “looks like Fluffernutter snow!” And really, it did. It was heavy and wet and chunky, like someone took a big spoonful of marshmellow cream and just started winging it all around the yard.

We went back inside, took the coffees into the living room and settled in to watch Jeopardy (yes, I dvr Jeopardy–shut-up). 15-minutes into the Teen Tournament our power went out. AGAIN. This has been happening off and on for two weeks. It’s like AEP comes out and does a quick emergency repair and then as soon as the wind picks up we’re all in darkness again. And I’ll be the first to admit that without my digital toys and/or light for reading, I’m a bored, crabby mess.

So we sat, in the dark. Ellen figured out how to turn on the gas fireplace so we had some heat (but still not enough light). I hate gas appliances. They scare the hell out of me. Not that I don’t appreciate cooking on a gas range and all but lighting and otherwise activating gas grills, fireplaces, ovens, etc. scares the shit out of me. And this one wouldn’t stay on for very long at a time initially so she had to keep getting up and pushing the starter every ten minutes or so until we figured out the right setting. And every time I started freaking out and cowering in the corner of the couch expecting the room to explode.

We had a brief conversation about corporal punishment and whether or not I would hit our imaginary future children (I was being a turd about this, actually. Like I said, I’m a real pain when I’m bored so the idea of smacking the kids around made me laugh and laugh, primarily because she was so seriously concerned that I meant it), and then she pulled out her guitar and started tuning and strumming away while I pestered the cats until Pee Pants bit me, which is nothing short of what I deserved I’m sure, and then Ellen’s brother called.

She had texted him about the power being out so he was calling to be sympathetic and find out if we needed to come over if it got too cold. So Ellen handed me the guitar, which I cannot play at all, and proceeded to have this conversation:

Brian: “That sucks!”
Ellen: “Yeah, it’s annoying. Amy’s really bored.”
Brian: “What are you doing?”
Ellen: “Sitting on the couch playing my guitar.”
Brian: “Jesus, you guys are SUCH lesbians!”
Me: ” I WENT TO THE DOCTOR! I WENT TO THE MOUNTAIN!” [beating on guitar and hammering away on the strings]
Brian: “I have to go now.”

Seriously. So, so bored.

This morning I discovered that Fluffernutter snow turns into a shiny, evil, blanket of ice. I slipped twice just trying to walk across the street and then the truck pretty much slid all the way into town. Sliding through the intersection of Front and Vine was particularly frightening. I don’t need an excuse to go buy a new vehicle right now so that really needs to not happen again.

In other, unrelated to snow, news. My phone is still broken and though I’m finally willing to admit that out loud, I’m no closer to actually mustering up the give-a-shit to take it to Sprint. Because you know they can’t fix it. And you KNOW they’re going to want to sell me a new one. And I’d much rather bitch about how stupid that whole process is at the moment than actually go down there and deal with them.

OSUJenn did suggest I get a Blue Tooth headset and see if that helps. So I may try that before I succumb to any additional two-year contract deals. We’ll see how it goes. If the roads weren’t so bad I’d try to go today but I’m not leaving the parking garage until this is gone. So just don’t call me. Text or email works. It’s the talking that sucks. And really, you don’t want to talk to me anyway. Particularly if the power goes out again tonight.