I put the "G" in "Genius".

Once I fill you in on my weekend, you will understand why.

*Friday. If you see Roommate's comment on my last post, you will note that she mentioned we had not made any plans. We really never did. However, we decided to be proactive, because we heard that there was a large ice storm headed our way, due to hit midday Saturday and basically keep us in our apartment all day. We decided to go to the grocery store to gather "survival gear". What did our gear consist of?

1. One bottle Smirnoff Citris Vodka

2. One bottle Bacardi Coconut Rum

3. One bottle of Strawberry mix

4. One bottle of Pina Colada Mix

5. A container of sour cream [with which to make French Onion Dip]

6. Oodles of goodies from the frozen food section, including 5 boxes of Hot Pockets :-)

7. Two bags of Chex Mix: original and cocoa styles.

8. One bottle of Ranch dressing. Because Ranch is amazing on anything.

Obviously, we assumed this would be enough, added with important tools already in our arsenal:

1. One partial bottle of UV Blue, complete with a gallon of Hawaiian Lemon Berry Punch

2. One partial box of Franzia boxed wine--White Zinfandel. Two classy wine glasses were purchased seperately.

3. One-third bag of Ruffles. To go with the dip. This was not nearly enough.

4. A vast DVD collection to occupy us through the storm

5. Blank CDs, with which to make more amazing mixes, to follow up the "J-Philly's Ghetto-fab, Pimp-tastic, X-mas Mix", and Ashley's "Lean Like a Chollo- Hot, Hott Sex Mix".

Upon our return home, we decided to tap into our rations just a bit, and lay back for the evening. Mom and Heather came buy, and Mom finished the rest of my chips. [as I said, 1/3 of a bag was an err in judgement on my part]. I state this because when I hungry later in the evening I had to use the CRAPPY chips, but that's okay, because Mom gave a coupon to Maurices which I plan to use as soon as this PMS bloat subsides. So we even.

*Saturday. It was already raining and sleeting when I awoke, so I decided to be domestic. I washed the dishes, scrubbed the stove and even took out the burners and did the same to them. I cleaned the bathroom. Roomate was domestic too, and did laundry, mopped the kitchen and took out the trash. Our place looked very, very classy. We had all of this done before Noon!!!

Contented with a hard mornings work, we sat back for the afternoon and started to watch some TV--MTVs Return to Fat Camp. The power was flickering at this point due to the severe weather, but we didn't worry too much because it always came back on. We took turns checking the window, watching our stupid neighbors try to get into their ice-covered vehicles. Silly people.

Sometime around 1:30pm, we lost power. It didn't come back. Thankfully, the laptop has a battery, but we both knew this had little power left. Ashley was brilliant and decided that cooke dough sounded tasty, so we made some and began to consume, with the three candles we owned at the time sheading little light for us. Eventually we began to realize that the power wasn't going to come back right away, and our three little candles would not help us much when it got dark--and darkness was approaching. Being the brave soul that I am, I put on some warm clothes, and trooped out to brave the elements and purchase us candles so we could see.

Obviously we missed this on our original list of survival gear. This is why one should always proofread.

It took me about 15 minutes to de-ice my car enough to see. Maybe more like 20 minutes. I started to head to the nearest [and extrememly overpriced] grocery store, but there was a really bad accident--we're talking shooting flames and lots of fire trucks--so I turned around and hopped on the interstate instead.

When I reached the store I searched for the candles--I saw some skinny ones in an 8 pack, and they were definitely the best value. But of course, the store would not sell candle holders. Go figure. I did a lot of thinking before I came up with probably the best idea ever. I grabbed two 8 packs, in addition to a few nice scented candles, and was off to pick up some dinner for me and Ash, and then headed back to the apartment.

The result of my brainstorm?

I call it my "White Trash Menorah"