Apparently, the Storm of the Century is scheduled for tonight in Kansas. The store was freakin' packed at five o'clock. We have *no* bread, no ground beef and no milk left. And every school, every gov't business, every doctor's office within 50 miles is closed tomorrow.
Luckily, I'm scheduled to be off ... I say scheduled because we all know, (those of us that work retail) that means NOTHING. Heh. We'll see.
Now why can't I get him under my tree?