The storm

Hi....it's me...Annie Grace......
This is what I have been fearing since Our Toad left for Miami. Me.....HER......snow bound....visions of sugarplum fairies dancing in her head. So we are half way through the day and I have managed to sleep quietly on MY leather chair with only one interruption. It starts like this...."Annie...are you sleeping?" Completely curled in the fetal position I am .......for the last hour "No...I am balancing my checkbook in my head" I tell The Lady. Now she pauses and I know she has two thoughts running through her simple mind. The first is that you are suppose to balance your checkbook. The second is that I might actually have a checkbook. She falters but the as always quickly rebounds and says "Oh....all right Annie but I just have a quick question...do you know where I put the nail polish remover?" I peer at her...for about a minute..then put my head back down feigning sleep deprivation. Now she is off looking for the nail polish remover since she is now knocked down a notch as pedicures are no longer in the budget. I have agreed with her 7 times that the tree is lovely and how "much fun" we are having together at home today. I have agreed that the snow is enchanting, yes we should put on Christmas music and all the Christmas lights and yes I also am positive that we won't have to shovel and it all will melt. It is exhausting!