A Day of Storms, Crackles, Snaps, and Pops

Mayday, Mayday! We have a situation. Romance Divas is DOWN, repeat, Romance Divas is DOWN!

Thing is, it's a crappy assed day here in New England. The six inches of snow predicted for my area has manifested as 4 inches of goo. Slush. Flavor and dye free slurpee. Mush.

Which is fine, that's what the weather does around here. It's January. But the big guy worries, you know. And last night Ahmed spoke thusly:

"You're very crackly."

"Your mother buys you ugly ties," I said rather wittily (okay, rather lamely).

"You need to promise me you'll STAY IN tomorrow."

"How do you do that?"

"Do what?"

"Speak in caps."

"You need to stay in."

"I am not going to promise you," I said, knowing how promises tend to become crow bars with which to beat me about the head, "that I will not go out. I may need to go out. But unless I actually need to go out, I will, in fact, stay in."

"You're very crackly."

"And snappy and poppy, too. All part of my charm."

"$*unintelligible kurdish grumblings involving donkeys, but other than that it's anybody's guess*$"

So I really did intend to stay home today. Honest. But here's the thing...

Romance Divas is DOWN!

Now, I can live without RD. I can live without Starbucks, since I have a lovely Duetto espresso maker right on my counter. I can manage without the cheerful faces at the drive-through. I can manage without my pink screen and red lips and Diva comfort.

I CAN'T DO WITHOUT BOTH. Deal breaker. I'm going to Starbucks. Snap, crackle, pop...