Predicting loss of power but still smiling.

If you are reading this blog now, and it is Sunday morning, I am probably eating Corn Pops in the candle light and reading the new Bergdorf Fall Magazine. Thankfully, the style book arrived late yesterday and it took everything I had to save it for my Sunday morning reading. You can bet there isn't any New York Times for me today in my driveway...and I'm sure that there isn't any internet so that's why I've loaded this blog Saturday night instead of my usual butt crack of dawn posting.

Oy Irene. You had to blow into town, didn't you?

I was fearing the worst, especially in the coffee department until my sister said the magic words, FRENCH PRESS. Without making me feel like a complete ding-bat, she explained how I can boil water on my gas stove top, and French Press a cup or two or three or four of hot coffee-- even though I'm sitting in the dark.

DON'T YOU JUST LOVE SISTERS?

So while everyone was loading up on water and batteries, I was in the express line paying for my French Press coffee maker. I had such a smile on my face.

It's not Oy, Irene anymore it's Yo, Irene. Bring it on.