Pouting, weekend wasted and I have to work tomorrow. Stoopid not storm.

Man, the "wicked winter weather" turned out to be nothing. Okay, so the roads suck(ed). But dammit, I wanted pizza and to celebrate the fiance's birfday. And since I have the mentality of a five year old, this made me pout the whole damn week end.  So folks, pizza and Sweeney Todd this weekend? And who wants to go see I Am Legend with me?I just got done re-reading the book and I am psyched. Yeah, yeah, I know the movie isn't going to be anything like Matheson's novel, but you know what, Will Smith, man chocolate, 'nuff said.