My heart bleeded, girl

The sky is falling! It's snowing! I went to the grocery store, because that was my plan all week and we needed stuff, but omg. Am I glad to be home and away from the crazed hordes. I saw one guy with at least 20 rolls of toilet paper. I wonder if it was because of the impending end of the world snowstorm, or for his Superbowl party.

( SPN 5.13 )

The snow is so heavy there are tree limbs falling all over the place. I just looked out onto the deck and had to remind myself that there are usually no trees on it. There is now, apparently. Good thing the awning frame had already broken and pulled away from the house this past Fall, and that we're waiting until Spring to fix it.

Every time a limb falls, Neville barks, which wakes Larry up, which is such a big deal, because he has to get up and go into the hospital and make rounds in the morning. Whatever. There's a big limb down outside the front door, and Nev is terrified to go out.

We still have electricity, but it's occasionally dimming, so I wouldn't be surprised if it goes out soon.

Instead of working on Cinderella, I've been reading some fanfiction, as you do. So, tell me, I've never met Christian Kane. Does he really call everybody "son" all the freakin' time? Also, if one more person asks another one, "Dude, when did you turn into a girl," not because they actually turned into a girl, but because they expressed an emotion, in particular, worry, I will not be responsible for my actions. It's bad enough when a story comes right out and teases whoever is on the bottom during sex about being a girl, or feminizes the character so bad that Jenny might as well not be a nickname, just, grrr.

I should write while I still have power, yes?