Previously, on Ham Hocks and Latke Drops…
LFL’s plans for a pretentiously delectable dinner of fruit, cheese, and bread were foiled by an equally pretentious thunderstorm, rife with tornado sirens, hail, and lightning. Rather than grab all of the just-cut fruit and cheese, LFL, along with her trusty sidekick JT, chose instead to pack up the adorable Lucycat and head for shelter in an SMU practice room.
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After checking the radar, we decided that it was safe to head home right around the time I finished last night’s post. No sooner than we made it upstairs to the door, however, did we realize that it was not at all safe to leave yet–the rain was coming down in sheets, and the lightning was just a little too close for comfort.
So we sat down in the lobby to wait. The lobby, mind you, is all kinds of glassy and atrium-tastic. But we wanted to be ready to run to the car just as soon as possible, so there we sat: JT checking weather radar on his iPad; me replying to Facebook comments from my Blackberry; and Lucy all hemmed up at the back corner of her carrier, skeptically eyeing the water that I had just given her. Hell, I don’t blame the skepticism. I cut the bottom off a red plastic cup and filled it with water from the fountain. Poor cat.
And that’s when the lights started blinking. Aw hell. Continue reading