Another dog day afternoon

I never understood the term 'dog days of summer'.  I am going to coin the dog days of winter though. I mean, it is summer somewhere right?

After a brief business reprieve in our nations capital, I have returned home. I learned that in my absence the Warden enlisted the help of one of the inmate's favorite sitter. Her mom also happens to read my blog, so she came armed with a plan to teach the inmates a chant. I returned home last evening after braving the rush hour traffic of DC and Baltimore to chants of 'Attica, Attica, Attica.'  Classic. 

Winter storm Pax. I don't even know what to say. Typed that and stared at it for 5 minutes. I mean really, what can you say about an impending storm where the weather maps have tons of bright colors and your area is predicted to snow amounts in the double digits. Past 10, does it really matter?

The good news is that pitchers and catchers reported to spring training yesterday. #2 asked when we could go to a Phillies game. He overheard some sports talk radio during afternoon inmate transfer. I almost shed a tear when the Mets were mentioned and without prompt he made a raspberry sound. Indoctrination has taken hold. 

Just read this post and realized it's not the greatest. I am a bit short on prison material because of my professional time away. But don't fret, if Jim Cantore is correct, tomorrow's snow day will provide material. 

I was just interrupted by THE PHONE CALL. You know, the call canceling school tomorrow. Looking at my phone's history for this year, this number has called me more than anyone else. I swear, I need to meet the guy on the other end of the recorded message. Not quite sure what I would do though. His voice has become less welcome than that of an IRS agent. I want to do the recording one day.  'Hello parents. I am the bearer of bad news for you today. We don't want your inmates today because it's not worth it to us to venture outside only to arrive at school to control your minions all day with out the ability to take them outside to release their pent up energy. We don't want to deal with their boots and hats, and the snow they will track through our school. You deal with it today, we are closed and all teachers will be dancing in the streets while you pull your hair out.  Good luck. Don't call us, we will call you.'

The inmates have not gone to a full week of school since before Christmas. 

#2's favorite song is '104 days of summer vacation' from Phineas and Ferb. At this rate, we may be lucky to have 4 days of summer vacation.