snow, again

My parents never log out of their Amazon account on our family computer. Thus, my sister buys cartfuls of random and useless goodies: cliche teenage novels, movies and seasons of shows that she has never watched in her life on dvd. Granted, in the end she repays my parents (or at least she says she does), but her packages come none the less. This week's arrival? Season one of the Showtime mega-hit, Weeds. Classy, I know. Then again, seeing as how blizzard number four confined me to my home, I decided to pop a squat on the couch, bowl of chili in hand and see what all the buzz was about.

Consensus? Let's just say my similar suburban setting is making me a skeptic about possible side-jobs for all neighborhood housewives. Caution to all at future bake sales, if you know what I mean.