I'm sorry. I take back everything I said early yesterday about how wrong you always are and how much you exaggerate snow storms in order to make people panic and force them out to the stores to boost the economy.
This time you were right.
Here's the upstairs deck - there's more than 15 inches of snow piled up against the door and it gets deeper after that. Nobody was kidding when they said this storm was going to be a bad one.
We're still waiting for the plows to come and plow us back in and so we can dig ourselves out again. I'm so glad nobody has to go anywhere today.
I really hate it when the weather guys are right about stuff like this.
Rihana has seen a lot in five years working as a psychic for the NYPD, but the murder of a freelance reporter makes her question if she really wants to continue her law enforcement career.
The dark vibe she gets from this case is nothing new, but the main suspect, sexy, enigmatic tattoo artist Heath, leaves her heightened senses burning. She can read him like a book—and she can see his innocence but she can’t prove it. His feral sexual thoughts make her insane with need and her desire for him jeopardizes her job and the investigation.
When she learns the truth about the man who can strip her soul bare with a glance, will she give up everything she knows to flee with him to a safer world? Or will she become a psychic killer in order to destroy a ruthless assassin and put an end to her lover’s exile?
One of the hazards of raising kids is having to answer all the tough questions they pose. If you've been on the receiving end of any of the golden classics like 'Where do babies come from?' or 'Why is the sky blue?' you know what I mean.
Kids are always putting us parents on the spot, so it's especially refreshing to be asked a question with an easy answer.
My son won the No-Brainer award tonight when he asked me this as we were in the car on the way to pick up my daughter from an after school club:
"Mom, if there was actually, physically, a zombie apocalypse, would you allow me to have a weapon and to kill zombies?"
Gotta love those easy ones.
"Of course," I said. "Not only would I allow it, I'd very likely insist upon it."
It's nice that he's thinking ahead. Getting all those pesky permission issues out of the way before the actual, physical zombie apocalypse hits. I'd hate to have to worry about it then.