Kate -- that feline dance class clip is too much. What the hell...was that for real? I'm so disturbed. Right now in Iowa there is a rain/slush/ice/snow storm theoretically headed to my doorstep, so my employers have insisted that I stay home. Being this is my third or fourth snow day in the last six weeks, I am struck with this weird "oh my god, I have the day off again" guilt that must be strictly American or something. Why do I feel guilty about a day off? Total Catch-22 going on here: when I'm at work, I can't wait to leave, and when I get an unexpected day off I guilt-trip about not being at work. But I'm sure that in a little bit I'll be rather content as I sit on the couch, eat chips and salsa, and develop a crush on the local weather personalities as they interrupt Martha Stewart to bring me news of the impending doom falling from the skies onto the god-fearing plains of Iowa, where weather is A BIG DEAL. Afterall, a storm that combines the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse (in Iowa terms, that means rain, slush, ice, and snow) doesn't happen that often...at least according to the news stations, who are clueless...Rain rides a Wet Horse....
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