I'm up at the Irish Chihuahua Refuge in the deep, dark, spooky woods north of Houston, and in one of the areas that's supposed to be hard hit by freezing rain tonight and tomorrow. Here I stay until the icy roads clear. The plants and pipes are covered; I have Irish stew bubbling on the stove; popcorn and DVDs to watch; and Bailey's to add to my hot chocolate. I'll be curled up warm and toasty in my favorite jammies. It will be a 3-dog night!