Valentine’s Day

So I had a dream this morning where I went to a party and I got pregnant. And in Dream Land, there was no such thing as a morning after pill. The only way that you can get rid of an unwanted pregnancy is to recreate the event with all the people in the place that you got pregnant, and then do this Latin incantation. Followed by drinking a bottle of wine. In my case, I had to get everybody together at the Casino/Outdoor Day Camp (idk) and get them all plastered. Because you had to recreate things in their entirety. Only I couldn’t get Meg to come back out and party a second day in a row because she had class, and Jess wouldn’t come out because it was going to snow.

So I panicked. After I calmed down, I figured this whole incatation thing was bullshit and I could probably just drink a bottle or two of wine because that’s supposed to be bad for fetuses anyway. Then I woke up and realized I was on my period and the chances of my being pregnant were slim to none and I felt better.

That was still a terrible dream. What the fuck is wrong with my brain.

(FOR THE RECORD: Although I do not want kids and I am pro-choice, I personally would never abort a baby. I decided a long time ago and discussed it with Sam – if I were to ever get pregnant, I would have the baby, and put it up for adoption if we felt we didn’t want or couldn’t take care of it. That’s why we practice safe sex. I don’t ever want to have to make that choice.) 

So Valentine’s Day. It was pretty awesome.

Here in the good ole land of Connecticut, we got a massive blizzard this past weekend. I’m talking feet of snow. The state was shut down. Half the roads in the state weren’t plowed. It was pretty terrible. Me, preparing for heavy snowfall, decided that I was going to head out to Tville early Friday morning and hang out at Jess’s house. That way if it started snowing, I could just walk to work and wouldn’t have to take my car and risk not being able to get it back to Casa de Jespersen at the end of my shift. Well, Bonnie called me in the morning and told me not to come to work on Friday. She didn’t want me driving in the weather and it was slow anyway, and they probably weren’t going to need me. I told her I was fine with that, I was already at her house, at least I’ll be able to get to work to open on Saturday.

Saturday I woke up to snowfall that was as deep as my chest. If not more in some places. Like. The cars were gone. You couldn’t see them, the snow was that deep. The roads were not plowed. It was just a sea of the white fluffy stuff. With the winds that we were getting, it made a lot of snow drifts (like I said, deeper in some places). It looked more like a frozen desert than a sea. But you get the picture. It was pretty cool. 

I laughed and went back to bed. Wound up going down to the store to get the paperwork done at about 11.30am. After some of the streets got plowed and we dug the cars out, Matt gave me a ride down there. Our parking lot wasn’t plowed. People Still Came Shopping. Legit. That happened. Not many. But aside from the Fire Department buying actual food and extra necessaries, our only sales were beer and cigarettes. I kid you not. These people came out in a blizzard – waded through three feet (or more!) of snow – took their cars out during a travel ban – risked their lives driving on single lane roads – for beer and cigarettes. That. Happened.

The store manager wanted me to stay and keep the store open until 9pm (closing time.) Ken, the grocery manager told me after he got there that if I got another cashier to come in, he would choke me and stomp on my head. Because if he had to stay here all night, there were going to be consequences. (We all know the store manager wouldn’t be staying later than he had to.) 

Ken’s proposal is the one I went with. I told the store manager I was leaving at 4pm, because that when my ride was coming back. I then did as Ken told me to and called all of the cashiers and told them not to come in. Following that up with telling the store manager that they all called me and told me they couldn’t get out of their houses because the plows haven’t come by yet. Ken’s plan worked perfectly. We closed the store at 4pm.

Now, since I was in Tville when the storm hit, I was stuck there. Until Monday. Because, while Tville was plowed out and pretty much up and running ‘normally’ buy late Saturday, early Sunday, Wbury was still a hot mess. Which is where I live. And, even if I wanted to, I couldn’t go home. Because they didn’t plow my street in Wbury. Poor Sam! He was stuck at home for five whole days. He couldn’t leave even if he wanted to! They finally plowed us out at about 11.30-midnight Monday night. I got home on Tuesday.

It was terrible.

I spent Tuesday shoveling the plow bank in front of my driveway and digging out Sam’s company car. Sam removed the plow bank in front of his own driveway and took the truck to work on Tuesday. He got most of the shoveling done. Which is a lot, considering that he was going it alone. Tuesday night we went to Michelle’s for dinner. I did not want to cook after shoveling all day. She offered to make shepard’s pie, and I couldn’t turn it down. Wednesday I cleaned the house. Wednesday night we went out to Meridan for our Pathfinder game. I didn’t even want to go, but got guilted into it by every other player. So we went.

Valentine’s Day on Thursday. That was first night that I got to spend alone with Sam. We didn’t go out (I didn’t want to.) We stayed home, made dinner together, and watched "Out of Sight."  I got Sam some Reese’s hearts, a bunch of fresh fruit (he’s been begging me to buy fruit) and I made him this really awesome dark chocolate brownie thing. I didn’t want to do too much because he doesn’t like to make a big deal out of Valentine’s Day. (….or any holiday, for that matter.) I didn’t want to push it and make it something that he would feel pressured into ‘celebrating.’

He came home and gave me seven bottles of wine.

Its only alcoholism if you drink them all in the same night.

On top of that, he also got me a hair dryer and a curling iron. Both were on clearance and were only 8$ a piece at KMart. So I don’t feel too guilty about that. But seven bottles of wine. We are totally making use of that wine rack we have.

Want to know something really funny? Sam got me a hair dryer. And a curling iron.

He got me a hair dryer. And a curling iron. And we’re both shaving our heads in about a month’s time. I LOLed at that. So did he. But the good thing is that hair grows back. So it will be a gift for later.

So yeah. That was my past week.

It was good times.

ALW