Thursday, January 2, 2014

SNERMAHGERD!

Tonight is pretty brutal, weather-wise, here, in the the trailer park Greater Yonkers Metropolitan Area. As my inclination on nights like this is to stay put, rather than to travel, I switched shifts with tonight's "midnight man" to obviate the need for both of us to travel. It's not a fun night, but it's bearable, as long as one wears plenty of layers of clothes... and as long as (dare I tempt fate?) the power isn't affected by high winds. As a precaution, I collected a bunch of candle stubs in case of a power failure.

My typical line regarding work is that it's a cushy job, except when it's not, and tonight is clearly in the "not" column. I can't complain, I packed as if I were going on a campaign trip, and I have mah preshus kittehs to accompany me. It's going to be a tough night, but not a terrible one.

Post title explained... I missed out on the "Gersberms" phenomenon (for the record, when it comes to scary Young Adult fiction, I'm a big John Bellairs fan), but author R.L. Stine seems like a pretty good guy.

5 comments:

ifthethunderdontgetya™³²®© said...

Do the kitties snuggle up with whomever is on duty when it gets cold like this?
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Big Bad Bald Bastard said...

No, just me. I'm the cat fancier of the department.

paleotectonics said...

Be safe, brutha - your gonna get pounded.

Kitteh pics plz!

paleotectonics said...

Imagine that I am college educated and know how to spell you're.

Big Bad Bald Bastard said...

Imagine that I am college educated and know how to spell you're.

NEVAR!!!