Wednesday, September 01, 2004


So, another hurricane is headed our way. Or so the news is saying. People are running around buying up things like water and Chef Boyardee. I don't get that. How would they heat up their ravoli without power?

This storm is one big bitch.

My parents are on a cruise. Along the way they stopped at Haiti. Well, the cruise ship calls it Labidi, which is really just a fenced-off portion of Haiti. They are due back on Sunday, in Port Canaveral, but I'm not sure they'll end up there. Perhaps they'll dock in Miami and have to be bussed back. My dad is just sick. He has made himself sick with worry. He likes to worry for the sport of it. He is like a black belt in worrying. I told him I'd take care of everything. I'm on my way to their house this afternoon to collect some valuables and important papers. Oh yeah, I'll grab the cats too. You'd think they could make it through the storm in a concrete condo with storm shutters. Pussies.


Shannon said...

Ok, I understand that you don't have to heat up ravioli. I was just being a smart ass. If you are going to read my blog, you have to have the definition of this word down pat:

n. Slang
A smart aleck.