While I normally get all jazzed about storms, weather reporters being absurd, and buying the last flashlight at Target, Nemo (the storm, not the fish) is on my crap list. With a big work event this weekend, I am stuck hunkered down at a city hotel missing this little dude. And my husband, too. Obviously. I hope you’re hunkered down somewhere warm and cozy, with plenty of snacks, and…
