Then the reality came with the regular sights and sounds. Boarding up, PANIC on the news, everyone saying we were going to be wiped off the face of the earth. The normal stuff.
Well, Brandy begged me to take the animals outta there and I didn't want to be without A/C for that long.....so I went.
Mistake.
Pictures are not needed to describe what it's like to go home. "Why would you want to live in a place like that anyway?" "You should just move back home." "You should really go see so-and-so because, you know, she's getting REALLY old...."
Screw this. No A/C or not, I was going home.
So it was the regular stuff there, too.
(and yes, Mr Peepers survived the staum!)
We had to either cook or throw out all of the meat in T's fridge so we made it into MeatFest 2008 and just cooked it all. Pretty good. Other than that, we just drank and drank and drank some more. We got drunk enough to not really care about how hot it was or how hard it was to find ice.
One down. Probably a few more hurricanes to go. Then two whole weeks of fall! I can't wait!
6 comments:
Good post.
Yeah all that smack talking from the folks/relatives is a drag.
Holla.
- Kny
gimme some of dat wine. seriously. i'm about to hit a bitch.
That's a lot of meaty goodness on that grill! can't let a good... whatever the hell those big pink things are go to waste!
Your life is so much more exciting than mine. I love your blog. ~Lori
LORI! great to hear from you!
The vegetarian says...boooooooo....hissssss LOL Glad you guys are OK. Going "home" is a bitch.
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