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hawkeyowa[Back home, Iowa, like most states in the 2,500 mile snowstorm line, have been completely thrashed by waves upon waves of blinding snow. Sure, this winter has been harsh, and the Plains states tend to get plenty of snow, but this is particularly bad. Iowa already had to report that every major highway had ice and snow on it. Snowfall records are almost record-beating.
Of course, this leaves Jack freezing, burrowed in his house, and specifically burrowed under a pile of fleece blankets with his space heater cranked up. Mitch is curled on his couch next to him, and for all anyone knows, Maddie is also burrowed in the blankets, but it's much more difficult to spot her.
Though, one look around his house and it's pretty clear he was preparing for this. There's soup packets and boxes of any number of cracker-related things everywhere, along with another mass of blankets and pillows, and an endless supply of movies he dug up. Unfortunately, all he has to drink is Spring Grove and Olde Main, in which he's chosen the latter to drink. While the weather around town might not be as godawful as the weather back home, Jack is sure acting like it.]
Of course, this leaves Jack freezing, burrowed in his house, and specifically burrowed under a pile of fleece blankets with his space heater cranked up. Mitch is curled on his couch next to him, and for all anyone knows, Maddie is also burrowed in the blankets, but it's much more difficult to spot her.
Though, one look around his house and it's pretty clear he was preparing for this. There's soup packets and boxes of any number of cracker-related things everywhere, along with another mass of blankets and pillows, and an endless supply of movies he dug up. Unfortunately, all he has to drink is Spring Grove and Olde Main, in which he's chosen the latter to drink. While the weather around town might not be as godawful as the weather back home, Jack is sure acting like it.]
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Date: 2011-02-02 04:42 pm (UTC)Oh, yeah! Come on in.
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Date: 2011-02-02 04:59 pm (UTC)[and come in she will, shutting the door against the raging cold outside and taking a moment to defrost herself.]
It's thirteen degrees at home right now. [stated n an almost doomsday voice.]
Since when did we all turn into an ice box like this, you think?
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Date: 2011-02-02 05:03 pm (UTC)Since the weather hates us? []
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Date: 2011-02-02 09:07 pm (UTC)I think so. [she nods, pulling a little knapsack off of her shoulder.]
I brought some jerky soup and some of the copious amounts of beer that had made it's way into my fridge. I found a way to bypass the beer only thing - with broth.
[she chuckles a little, rubbing at her eyes.] Doesn't stop the hangover though..