Did I mention that we have one egg in the refrigerator? And the husband is down to his very last can of chewing tobacco? The DirecTV satellite dish is buried beneath a ton of snow. There's something wrong with the video game. (Like, I never made it to the post office to pick up the package that had arrived.)

And the natives are getting restless.

Ever since the failed rescue attempt, there's been some talk of a goose dinner.