My Roof…

…still has a lovely blue tinge to it, accented by bold, white FEMA letters. We’d figured ‘Gert’ would be our storm, as we tend to get schmacked by the more…um…colorfully named low pressure systems (Fran, Bertha, Ivan), but here’s my damn alert radio, warbling away already about T.S. Arlene. I knew the current track had us in the pipe, five by five, but hadn’t expected the coastal flood warning flags to go up so quickly. However, since most of our coastal is now ghostal thanks to Ivan, I guess prudence is the better form of valor. Nobody ’round these parts needs three foot extra of anything right now, less mind high tide.

5 Responses to “My Roof…”

  1. Dave J says:

    Good luck, THS. Last year was way more than enough for me.

  2. Rob says:

    Yep, New Orleans and Bush are in that path, too. I didn’t mind these things that much when I was a kid. Of course, I didn’t have to clean up the yard or pay for the broken windows. I think its safe to say that the novelty has worn off for me. Go away and die already, Arlene.

  3. Well it’s just suckysuckyjoyjoy that the very first freakin’ storm of the season heads for Florida. Not only is it completely (as Rob says) ‘go away and die already‘, the LAST thing the state needs image-wise are the words FLORIDA and STORM in the same sentence on the evening news and on the front page in places like New Yawk. I’m eating catfood already, with all my beach stores blown away and what little tourista traffic there is being a quarter of a normal summer.
    On the upside, stud muffin Jim Cantore’s been on Pensacola Beach for a whole week and now he’ll be here a little longer. Pecs, baby. It’s all about the pecs.

  4. Mr. Bingley says:

    Blah-blah ye stormie winds!

  5. The Real JeffS says:

    Bummer, THS. If I wasn’t on active duty, I’d see about deploying with the FEMA recovery mission. Good luck!

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