Dear Irene,
What are you? Are you Category 2? Are you Category 3? Are you a little bit flaky maybe? Doesn't matter, I think you're all talk. I remember your grandpa, Hurricane Earl, about twelve years ago. He was a category 3 also, and he blew in like a baby lamb's first breath. I even got to go home early from middle school that day, and for what? A heavy shower?!? No no, you don't scare me. All that bottled water people are fighting over like it's the next Tickle Me Elmo? I hope they enjoy drinking it on the tennis court next week.
If you want to be a Category 4, we'll talk. But I don't do lazy.
(Happy Birthday, Rachel and Katie!!! Love you both SO MUCH!)
2 comments:
This made me LOL!!!
Us Florida/Georgia girls laugh in your face, Irene!
In related news, I wonder how much money we could make on "I Survived the 2011 Hurriquakeageddon" shirts, hats, mugs, key chains, snuggies, oven mitts, koozies, limited edition set of commemorative china plates, etc..
I knew it would be a one! All the media just makes a hurricane wimpy. If they don't talk about it ... look out!
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