First off, I hope my fellow east coasters are okay! Or, to put it another way, I hope your Hurricane Irene experience was as
disappointing ho-hum as last week’s earthquake.
Hurricanes are a real thrill-a-minute, though. I mean, just look:
Yeah, it sucked, big, boring Gobstoppers. Here’s an actual hurricane conversation in the kitchen with my husband on Saturday night:
Me (proudly): I’ve been drinking a glass of water for every [alcoholic] beverage I’ve had tonight.
Ed: Oh yeah?
Me: Yeah. I’ve had a lot of water.
The good news is, everyone we know is all right and there’s no water in the house, the bad news is: no power since Saturday night. It’s Monday now and I’m at my parents’ house, with very little hope that my power will be restored anytime soon, given that two poles are down and no one’s working on them yet. At our house, we don’t have running water without power. Rotten food party, anyone?
If I didn’t come here to my parents’ house, though, I wouldn’t have seen this on my niece and nephew’s toys: