No One Cares if my Computers Get Wet
This storm is obviously personally intended for me.
I'm sorry if anyone else becomes inconvenienced.
I intend to stand on the roof, braced against the wind, like Lt. Dan in "Forrest Gump," railing against God.
"IS THAT ALL YOU'VE GOT?"
Or maybe just cower with my dog in an interior closet with half supply of dingo bones and cheetos.
This is ruining a very important seminar I was supposed to attend tomorrow.
And what about dog pee and poop? How am I supposed to sweet talk myself out of that?
Electrifying. No power. No SoapNetZone. And oh my God, NO "GENERAL HOSPITAL!"
Here's a funny thing about preparing for a storm. They say, load up your fridge at coldest temperature and don't open the door.
What a brilliant idea.
Of course I have marshaled plenty of microwave meals to survive the aftermath. Anyone sense a lapse of logic in this formula?
Comments
Good luck with the storm. Maybe you'll get some great pictures up on the roof. Or wherever. And I hope it doesn't get so bad that you won't be able to make those most important dog runs. and be sure that you have enough of those dingo bones.
Cas
hang in there!
Posted by: cassie-b | August 4, 2008 1:10 PM
Batten down the hatches - hope you and Emerson are OK.
And here's me moaning about some rain....
Posted by: Diane | August 5, 2008 3:38 AM
All that whining and moaning for nothing. ;)
BooHoo. Move up here and put up with some of the 40 below windchills and such. Deal with cow ears breaking off in the cold, dude. I DARE ya. (But let's just generally ignore my whining about it during the entire 8 months or so, okay?)
Posted by: Keri
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August 5, 2008 11:21 PM
That's ok, my plan was to order out for chinese!
I'm back, by the way. No purple girl up top yet, but I still have two days before heading back to work...
Posted by: Diana | August 6, 2008 7:10 PM