One quick glance at the sky told me that last night would be the night — the sky just had that “snow look.”  You know, all bleak and beautiful at the same time.  So, I did what any good southern girl would do…

 I headed straight to the grocery store.

The line of cars in the parking lot made me rethink my plan of stocking up on all the important staples.  I knew we really didn’t have much to eat at our apartment though, so I headed to Walgreen’s.  Surprisingly, there weren’t too many people doing their snow-grocery-shopping in the two aisles that make up the food section of my local drugstore.  Undeterred, I grabbed a basket and began making my selections.

 Remembering how I had planned to fix a big breakfast-for-dinner-thing-y for recent-ex-boyfriend-and-no-I-don’t-think-I’d-like-to-talk-about-it-but-thanks-for-asking, I decided there was no reason to give up that dream now that I’m as single as a slice of cheese.  I simply needed to adjust the plan a bit; in other words, keep the bacon and eggs, substitute Oreos for the boyfriend part.

 And presto!  My basket was filled within three minutes and I was headed to the register.  As the cashier began to scan my items, she asked if I was stocking up for the “big snow.”  Knowing that we were slated to get 1/2 an inch of snow, I nodded in agreement.  No need to burden the sweet girl with the knowledge that I was simply stocking up for another night to be spent at the Heartbreak Hotel. 

Oh, I kid because I really did want to hold mitten-covered hands in the snow.  And, you know, maybe kiss while the flakes came down.

 A KISS ON THE CHEEK, of course.  What kind of girl do you take me for?

Come to think of it, if I’m going to be staying at the Heartbreak Hotel for awhile, I might as well stay for lunch — “Bitter, party of one!”