Baby boys are going to an Irish punk band concert tonight. (Flogging Molly if'n anyone is curious.) So gotta run to one end of town to pick up their friend and then run home, put Con's hair up in a mowhawk, make sure their uncle really shows up cause he's got half the tickets.

And it's supposed to snow 9 inches on the valley floor tonight.

It better not.

I had a nervous breakdown driving in the first snow storm of the season.

I hope this weekend is nice and comfortable and CALM. I need calm.

Everybody be safe and warm!