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Burned at the Steak

It snowed today.

Right now some of you are going, "Big, fat, hairy deal."

I'm with you, believe me. Snow around here is nothing but an excuse for people to drive like stupid maniacs, and for the City to demonstrate its tax-spending ability by sending out enormous salt trucks to every asphalted nook and paved cranny of the municipality. Hello? It's Sunday, for shit's sake! It didn't even snow that much!

Point is, because of the frozen stupid coming from the leaden skies, my in-laws weenied out of coming up to take us to the Barn for the promised steak dinner. The reason they were making the drive from Lynchburg to begin with is they had tickets to the UVA-Duke basketball game. "Next time, then," my mother-in-law said. "Oh, do you want the tickets?"

Oh, yeah, going to a sports event is right up there with getting my fingers trimmed. No, I'll just sit here and play video games. Sadly for all you voyeurs out there, it was too cold to sit around in my boxers (Terry ) so I wore sweats.

So, no steak dinner for me tonight - hence the title of this entry. Instead, frozen pizza and beer, and another mad rush to get my Challenge entry in. Yes, I know I could have done it earlier, but I had undead to destroy.