Meh. Bomb cyclone, schmomb cyclone. It’s like waiting for paint to dry. 80 degrees on Tuesday, 9 inches of snow on Wednesday. Double meh. The local news station’s hype is just too much for me to bother with. And can someone please enlighten me on this “new” weather phenomenon? Bomb and cyclone…how is that even possible? Some sort of rapid drop in the barometric pressure I overheard the Tots discussing, not an actual meteorological hyperbole. As usual, there’s a run on milk, bread and eggs at King Soops but guaranteed the stock of catnip is still at maximum levels. That’s really all I care about. Ever. And this bed. Can we talk about this bed?

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