In typical me-fashion, I chose the day the weather spent snowing to run my errands. I wanted to putter around Williamsburg, but after about 30 minutes of walking around in the snow-rain without a hat, I’d had enough. So I went to the Trader Joe’s wine store and stocked up. Then I spent the rest of the day on my loveseat watching ABC Family programming. Quelle Saturday.
On Sunday, I went to church. And there was major dramz. The acolytes failed to extinguish a match properly and started a fire in a wastebasket. Being good Episocopalians, when the fire alarm began screeching in the middle of the first verse of the opening hymn, we simply kept on singing. The organist didn’t even miss a beat. Meanwhile, the ushers ran around trying to get the alarm off. And then, just like when we burned a pizza in Kirkwood, the fire department arrived. Like I said, major dramz. And quelle Sunday.