With bright hope, clean ascot, remained by the telephone that refuses to ring. No one ever has a good Twist Party anymore.
Wondered if they still make "the gum that squirts."
Tossed phone through window.
Prepared for major snow and ice storm. Sent wife south to safety; braced for crushing week without "Put it on HGTV."
As five-to-nine inches began to fall, watched "Dinner for Schmucks," much to my horror. I'd neglected to hoard Schmuckburgers and Schmuckstreusels and Schmucktack.