Powerless

Paul called me to tell me TJ called and said our neighborhood is without power.

My God, not the ice cream birthday cake.

Using JSC's liberal leave policy this week, I rushed home to a reminder that my garage door opener cannot possibly function without power, and Z still has my house key. All windows locked, well that's a good thing. I went two blocks down to TJ's house to get my key from her (I have keys all over Houston, except on my own key ring), and by the time I got two blocks back to my own house, she'd had power but I did not.

I got halfway through eating the good stuff off the cake when I realized I could have brought it to work or shared it with TJ and the kids. Eh. The rest of the cake went down the drain. Thank goodness it wasn't a Ben & Jerry's cake. That would have been a tragic loss.

Why TJ now has power and we don't is beyond my comprehension. TJ said she thought naturally to call the power company to see what the situation was. Hahaha, what could the situation possibly be, Houston?

Damn you, Ike.