I have gallon bottles of water sitting in my garage from the
preparations for the year of hurricanes that was 3 years ago. 
Thankfully, Tampa was never hit and the worst that we suffered was a
loss of power for a week.  Which was awful, mind you….scrambling eggs
on the grill is not something at which I feel proficient.  However, it
wasn’t that big a deal, more a minor inconvenience compared to the
havoc in Punta Gorda or the devastation seen in New Orleans.

I’m really not even that worried about Fay
and her path.  I guess it’s part ego in that I believe that if we’re
going to be taken out by a hurricane, it’s not going to be by one with
a sissy name like Fay.  I might feel threatened if Hurricane Angus or
Tropical Storm Maxiumus were breathing down our necks, but Fay makes me
think of tea cozies and knitting circles and I just can’t get worked up
about that.

I think we all know that because I just said that, Fay is about
to get her angry on and come storming through Brandon, taking out one
house and one house only.  It’s an anomaly, the newscaster will say
after seeing that the rest of the homes in our neighborhood are
untouched.  It’s my big fat mouth, I’ll be telling the CNN reporters who come to report on our brush with disaster.

But I don’t feel the need to run out and stockpile more water,
canned goods or batteries. There’s a good chance that the kids will be
out of school during the first week of school, just to be safe if Fay
continues to menace the east coast….*snort*…seriously, does FAY sound
menacing?  Tell me it doesn’t sound like she’s going to come over and
shake a kitten at you. If was Hurricane Tammy Fay I’d be petrified. 
Those eyelashes come off in hurricane force winds, we are talking
potentially deadly projectiles.

I digress.

Perhaps I’m just a little high off the first-day-back-to-school
solitude, but I can’t work up any hurricane angst.  We’re not running
for the hills just yet.  I have plans to go to a friend’s house where
we will grill up all the food that’s going to rot if we lose power, so
for a few days we’ll be eating steak with a side of pork chops with
chicken breasts for dessert.  Our kids can play and we can drink wine
and have ourselves a grand old hurricane party.

However, if I’m wrong, feel free to come save us.

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