No sewing class

Up until 4:25 tonight, my delusional-self thought I still had sewing class even though the frozen precipitation had been falling since circa 1 p.m.  It may have started before 1 p.m. however, 1 p.m. is the time I noticed it snowing...and trust me, I was checking the window often.

At the previously mentioned time (4:25 p.m.), my co-worker peeked her cute head around my cubicle wall and said the radio announced Rock Valley College was closed due to inclement weather.  I, then, checked the WTVO website and sure enough...Rock Valley was closed...also closed - the dance studio.  My friend Nancy and I joke around about the closings.  "Oh, we can't go to jazz class tonight - the dance studio is closed."  Tonight on the closings, a small theaterical presentation of Gone with The Wind was cancelled to-be-rescheduled, the website said.  I should call Nancy and let her know we won't be going.  :) 

Sooo here I am...inside my cozy, little cottage...with a bowl of warmed-up chicken tortilla soup & a few blue corn tortilla chips...my fluffy-wuffy cat...and a Tuesday night all to myself. 

Today, before class was cancelled, I kept thinking, You may perish in the snowstorm tonight...but no worries - you would perish for a crafting cause.  People will ask, "How did Angie Good die?" and Pastor B can tell them, "She perished in pursuit of learning a new craft. 

Another way I figure I might die - getting shot at the thrift.  There was for realzies ("realzies" is my fun new word...I taught the Gear kids because it's that FUN...for realzies!!!) a shooting at the Goodwill on E. State.  It was a drive-by...but it still counts as a shooting. 

One night I was with Rhonda at Target and we saw some wholagins and I told her, "We are going to get shot in the red bull's eye's parking lot."  We determined that would be ok. 

Oh - also ok, choking to death on peanut butter.  Did you know people do choke-to-death on peanut butter?  I never knew.  One day I was eating peanut butter - straight out of the jar with a spoon - and my co-worker informed me that I should be careful because choke-to-death.  Talk about a way to go -- one minute you are enjoying creamy peanut butter (because everyone knows creamy peanut butter is a gazillion-and-five times better than chunky -- can I get an "AMEN"???)...anyway, one minute you are enjoying peanut butter and the next -- talking face-to-face with Jesus.  FAB-U-LOUS!!!!!

The end.