Then, to bring the point home, they focus on a Ford Escort head-first in a ditch. They don't help get it out, mind you---they just film.
Today, I watched a reporter in the snow, wearing her best bitch face, surely thinking, "OMG, I can't believe I paid for implants, just for this!" As soon as she heard the sonorous voice of the anchorman, she turned on a winning smile and pretended to love measuring the snow with a ruler.
Team coverage. Gotta love it.
Because I am required by bloggy contract to post these, I'll share a few pictures of the snow. Apparently, Blizzard 2.0 is coming this afternoon. Don't worry. We're prepared. We've got diapers, milk, bread, coffee, and lots of booze. We even have sample bottles of Robitussin, if it gets to that point.
Also, because I get bored when trapped inside for long periods of time (ask the poor, late dog, who was dressed in a pair of Paul's boxer shorts during the Ice Storm of 03), I thought I would take some pictures of Awesome Socks.
Joel's socks are called Little Miss Matched. My mother-in-law bought them, and they are supposed to be miss-matched (hence the name). I know there are hearts of them, and I know they are designed for girls. I KNOW. Since I have sons, and will NEVER EVER get to dress them in funky striped tights or anything INCREDIBLY ADORABLE like that, my son gets to wear miss-matched heart socks.
His boyfriend will thank me someday.
Here are my rag-wool socks that do the job like nobody's business. I either bought them in Wausau, Wisconsin or The People's Republic of Boulder (as my father INSISTS on calling his adopted city). Either way, those are people that know their cold-weather footwear, and I honor their knowledge today.
I asked Owen to put on his Awesome Socks for the camera. He refused. It wasn't worth the fight. Here is his foot in a completely ordinary, non-awesome sock.
Paul wouldn't play. "Why on Earth do you think anybody would care about socks?"
I'm off to enjoy some coffee with Baileys and watch the Nor'Easter do its thing. If you don't hear from me in a few days, send off the wolves.