This morning we awoke to discover that our power was out. (Please see also: Southerners aren't prepared to live in the cold) Naturally, we decided to stay in bed an extra 20 minutes to a) see if it came back on and b) research the situation from the warmth of the covers. Unfortunately, my main news source (Facebook, of course) isn't working on my phone any more. I don't know why. There are no updates, I've tried everything I can think of...but for the last 4 or 5 days, it won't work. It hasn't really bothered me until this morning. HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO FIND OUT IF THIS IS A WIDESPREAD PROBLEM IF I CAN'T USE FACEBOOK?!?! What, Twitter? That's a joke. It was too dark to take a picture, so Instagram's out. I mean seriously, people.
I tried the local paper's webpage. Useful. They still had all of YESTERDAY'S headlines up. Very helpful.
Finally I was able to find my electric company's webpage and report the outage. Then I found their live 'outage map' that showed all the current reported outages. That's how I discovered that my house wasn't an isolated event-- looks like all the power was out within a few miles of us. That's cool. Whatever.
By now it was way too late to get out of bed, but I just wasn't sure how to proceed with life with no power. Plus it was probably going to be really cold. And there was no way to make coffee. These are all good reasons to just call the day off and stay in bed forever.
As I listed all of the ways the No Power was ruining my life and reasons for getting out of bed, Matt was agreeing with me. Yep, it's gonna be cold. Yep, we're going to have to dig out some candles and flashlights. Yep, we can't make coffee. Agreed, agreed, agreed.
"...and...I can't get ready. I can't fix my hair with no power!!!"
At this, he was momentarily silent.
And then he responded.
"You can't do a ponytail in the dark?"
Busted. Apparently my penchant for low-maintenance hairstyles hasn't escaped his notice. That Mattie. Nothing gets by him.
"Okay fine, I can probably fix my hair. BUT NOT MY MAKEUP."
He had to agree with that. I do wear makeup. Which, for the record, I had to pack up by candlelight and bring with me to work to put on once I got here. I'll cut a lot of corners, but you couldn't pay me enough to spend a day at work sans makeup.
Ahhh...teeth brushing by lantern-light. So romantic. Not. I was gagging from the odor of 10 differently-scented candles all burning at once. Ick.
So that's today's adventure. We made it to work only about 20 minutes late (Matt's late, that is...I'm still 40 minutes early!) after making two different stops for nourishment (Bojangle's) and fuel (Starbucks). Now my makeup is on and I can think about starting my day. Whew. So much drama...so early. And I already got a call from the power company that the power's back on, so that's good. Obviously my pioneer skills aren't really all that impressive, so I'm glad I won't have to 'rough it' tonight as well.