Am I living in a Stephen King novel?
Last night, JJ's steakhouse just blew up. Exploded. Somebody smelled gas and began to evacuate the property, then boom. As far as can be determined, nobody was killed, thank God.
Tonight, we're looking forward to some good, heavy sleet followed by about ten inches of snow.
So I'm going to load the shotgun, cut some stakes, and look for a good online joke book, because I'm expecting the rabid dogs, vampires, and clowns to show up at any minute.