Katrina and the waves have arrived...
AHH it is finally time. The time when we pack our house with every conceivable snack pack item sold in Publix. We take our place on the couch and flip from channel to channel watching bad newspeople with bad hair and bad tans. Rest assured they have bad breath and ass stink. You can not possibly maintain that fresh feeling when sitting in a chair full of coffee farts for 20 hours. Jim Cantore is surpassed in stupidity only by Tim Malloy. I emailed him to ask if there was any relation to Mary Malloy in his family. Do not forget Rob Lopicola and the great Weagle in the pantheon of weather douches. If someone was going to write a screen play it should undoubtedly be about the pre-during-post fiasco of experiencing a hurricane. It begins. I tell myself what i need before hand and go to Publix with a purpose, a list. I do not know what happens when i get there. I buy up every salty snack and and a loaf of bread and peanut butter. Somewhere in my mind i have decided that adequate sustanance is a mountain of chips and a king-size peanut butter sandwich. The lines for gas, water and let's not forget the trip i took home to Spumoni with plywood in a pick up truck driven by a women, and i use that term loosely, that could probably till and combine 40 acres in a day. Thank you MOTHER. Oh and let's not forget putting up the plywood at Spumoni. I lost count onn how many drill bits i snapped. All this fun and we have not even HUNKERED down... I hunker on the toilet; i hide from a hurricane. Shteef is right. We are jaded when it comes to these. I was thinking on my drive home that the last one was soooooo much worse. I wonder if any one wasted their time putting up shutters. Ahhh HURRICANES. Brings the fam together. The family that hunkers together sweats and stinks together. I can't wait for the next one. Hurricane Criswoldo.

Just a thought. I think VIN should get a turn at naming an entire season of hurricanes. Hey Ree maybe you guys should work on that.