It's so comforting to have the Macaroni Dish in times of need. Jenia and I are in Orlando, but staying at our cousin Janine's house because we were never able to get the U-haul truck down there due to the weather. Thus, we are bed, tv, computer, table, and chairless. I am using an e-machine with a very fickle dial-up. But that's A-Ok, because I wish I was down in Jupiter right now. It's hard for Jenia and I to be here in the air conditioning while my flesh and blood are scared and endangered in the wrath of Wilma, that fat bitch. But not to fret, everyone's doing great, and eating in style.
Today Joey and Jessica got their power back up, so Ree and my parents are staying with them. My poor Steve is at his apartment cleaning up. His sliding glass windows caved in, and glass blew everywhere. My mother said it was a blessing he wasn't at home. They all think it was a tornado that did such damage, not Wilma, although the news reports it's the worst hurricane to hit Ft. Lauderdale in 50 years.
This morning (in about 7 hours from now)I have a full day of orientation, and Jenia has a second interview with Insight Financial Credit Union. We're hoping to go down to Jupiter on Friday. By then there should be gas available, to say the least. My boss Teresa, Annie's mom, has power, and is giving their generator to my parents. Teresa's house is in bad shape, her roof is all over the place. I was calling FEMA for her today. When her husband got on the phone with me, he described the situation as this, in the key of Munchkinland, "The house began to twich, the roof became unhinged..."
On a lighter note, during the hurricane one of the discussions was Halloween costumes. Marie and Vin are still undecided. Ree's gonna be the Bride of Frankenstein, Jenia's gonna be a Mammogram Specialist, and I'm gonna be a banana.