Baby It's Cold Outside

Weather reports predict a huge storm for today. 6"-10" of snow, all day long, into early tomorrow, grandma sleeping over to avoid her horrible slanty driveway and everything.

You know in movies–I really want to say movies but I think "jewelry store commercials" is more accurate–where a cute, early-thirties upper-middle class white couple is cuddling on the couch through a bad storm, snuggled up under a blanket with thick sweaters and a fire and an assortment of good books and fine tea/cocoa/red wine?

That's my plan for today. Except I'll be relatively poor and I'll be cuddling myself, in the least euphemistic way possible. (Hey, my grandma will be here. Jeeze.)