So, Isabel is on the way.
That is all I have been hearing about. The storm the size of Texas. 125 mph winds. 45 foot waves. It shall bring death and destruction. There is even talk of closing school. WTF?!? I mean, really. Should I be building an ark? People act as if the apocalypse is upon us. Should I be worried? Am I ill-prepared because I haven't gone and bought a supply of milk, eggs and bread for the next 2 weeks? I mean, come on...when it all turns out to be not as bad as the weather guy has been telling us, then what do you do with all that bread, milk and eggs? Contrary to popular belief, there is a limit to how much French toast one person can eat. I don't know who to believe. Every weather guy around here is telling us different things. I believe I have narrowed it down to this: If David Boreanaz's (Angel) dad, Dave Roberts, tells me to batten down the hatches, I'm battening down. Anyone who is within two degrees of separation from a "Buffy" character is A-OK in my book. |
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