We’re alive. It was close, but… we’re alive. Together we pulled through it. I took Adam outside and held him up, in an attempt to offer him as a sacrifice to the gargantuan storm… but she refused. I can’t blame her. Ha! Kidding, of course. But seriously… the debris littered the streets, the waters were rising, the wind threatened to hurl our car off the road as I rushed home through the downpour last night. Hurricane Irene came to Washington to bring “Change.” It was the worst thing to happen to this part of the country since… well, last weeks earthquake that left lawn chairs overturned and knocked a jar of pickles off a shelf in a Safeway somewhere. We’re falling apart back here, it could be the apocalypse, the end of the world, the lifting of the veil, the end of all things!! Or it could just be the weather. Either way, it made for a little excitement this past week.
Thankfully, this was not our car, but the neighbor was not as lucky as us. We just got a few broken tree limbs in the yard, and I got rained on a bit trying to get home. I told Becky last night that a tree was probably going to fall through the roof and crush us all… so needless to say, she probably didn’t sleep well… but I did! Slept late even. I’m such a nice guy!
So that's all you got, nature?? What next? A meteor strike? A swarm of locusts? We're digging our fallout shelter now...







