I thought W took Rove’s Hurricane Launcher back to Crawford with him. Probably just left it running in a closet somewhere and jammed the big red switch. Damn you Chimpy!
I don’t know how Stately Sad Old Goth Manor® is going to hold up in 70+ mph winds. If the eyewall gets too close, they could gust up to 90. I think I’m going to send Mrs. SOG and Tiger The Cat® further inland to stay with Daugher 2 in her nice, solid brick place. I think I’d better look for my Ruby Slippers…
I’m predicting rain and high winds in Manhattan…
Did Sis throw a hex on you, or what, Mr. B?
Any frickin’ excuse to hit the bottle…
This is waaaaaay off topic but I think maybe you should read this.
http://www.denverpost.com/recommended/ci_13199902
And by the way, I have no clue what they’re talking about, except that maybe it’ll hit us, maybe not.
I thought W took Rove’s Hurricane Launcher back to Crawford with him. Probably just left it running in a closet somewhere and jammed the big red switch. Damn you Chimpy!
Bedda yous den us. Sorry.
Tell me about it–this will give new meaning to the “bridal shower” I’m going to on Saturday.
I don’t know how Stately Sad Old Goth Manor® is going to hold up in 70+ mph winds. If the eyewall gets too close, they could gust up to 90. I think I’m going to send Mrs. SOG and Tiger The Cat® further inland to stay with Daugher 2 in her nice, solid brick place. I think I’d better look for my Ruby Slippers…
I stocked up on diet coke and I have a new bottle of Hendricks to crack open, so I’m set.