"It's my pool, and it's my duck."

Ang: Have I mentioned I hate driving in snow?
Kathy: Hellos *HUG*
Kathy: It is for crap outside
Ang: I think the fastest I went all the way home was 30 .... And that was not of my own volition. That was down 25B in 2nd with the antilock brakes going, three cars behind me, and me going "OHHHH SHIT I don't want to die yet"
Ang: Annnnnnd I have New Year's Eve off.
Kathy: OH noes!! *more hugs*
Kathy: woot for New Years off!!!
Ang: Yes!
Ang: Not woot for having to speedclean tonight so I have a clean room before I leave for the airport tomorrow, but oh well
Kathy: he he... its for a good cause :D
Ang: It is. But, sigh.
Ang: At any rate, at least it'll be calming after the two-hour drive home.
Kathy: absolutely
Ang: *wince*
Kathy: *pat pat* tea time methinks
Ang: Ohhhhhhhh, most certainly. I had a tea nightmare at work today.
Ang: I got this tea that looked really good, vanilla spice... and it smelled good while it was brewing. Then I got it upstairs and put the milk in, and all of a sudden it smelled like cough syrup. ... Tasted like it, too.
Kathy: yuck... I am so sorry... nothing worse than bad tea
Kathy: except being a sea cucumber
Ang: I don't know, horrid tea + drive from hell = pretty close to sea cucumber.
Kathy: lolz

If you have to ask about the sea cucumber, you don't want to know. Trust me. It is scientific and icky.

Off to clean, now. And have a decent cup of tea. And be glad that this CRAPFORCRAP weather is happening tonight, not tomorrow.

EDIT


Al: I fixed the mp3 player.
Ang: WOOOOOOTS. Now you needs me to send you musics.
Al: Yes.
Ang: Okays. Lemme regenerate first. Dad sorta killed me with funny.
Al: What'd he say?
Ang: Dad got a new carbon monoxide/explosive gas meter. And he'd just set it.
Al: ::nods::
Ang: So he's explaining to us what to do if it goes, reading from the book.
Ang: "Hit the reset button and call emergency services. Go to the nearest open door or window. Do a head count to make sure you still have yours --- I mean, that everyone is there. Also check and make sure the gas is not coming from your head."
"... Or the other end."
"Beat me to it."
"Ha."
".... Then wait for emergency services to arrive. ... Huh. Okay."
Ang: And, Dad's timing being Dad's timing, he promptly farted, and proceeded to wave the meter around behind his arse. ..... The meter. Freakin'. Registered it, OK.
Al: ::SNERKS:: That ... just ... ::BURNS A REGENERATION HERSELF OK?::
Ang: Not only that, but ...
Ang: The light under carbon monoxide wasn't the one that lit up, ok. It was the one under dangerous gas.
Al: ::SNERKS::
Al: Run away! Run away!

So yes. We always knew that was dangerous stuff. Now we have proof.