This week was the closest I had ever been to a hurricane. OK, it was only a tropical storm. But you apparently don’t have to worry about those because high schools don’t have tropical storms as their mascots (much less colored ones). There was concern about the negative effects since I’ve already had my car and living room flooded by just regular old rain, much less rain that gets it’s own show on The Weather Channel (note to self, call State Farm about renter’s insurance). I took the time to read over all that stuff in the front of the phone book about hurricane preparedness (that looks like a made up word, but it’s not). I didn’t know what to do. We never had hurricane drills growing up. All I really learned was that you put all of your stuff in the middle of the room and go stay at a hotel in Mississippi. However, I love me some Bonnie. She dropped the temperature about 20 degrees and brought in a cool summer breeze. I walked to the bank and post office without breaking a sweat, twas a glorious day indeed (unfortunately, it coincided with me finally repairing my Playstaion2 so I didn’t get to enjoy as much of it as I would have liked). Alas, there were no tropical storm parties (or maybe I just wasn’t invited). Also, it reminded me that my name has been removed from the hurricane list. So now even Zoe and Zeke have a better chance of their name coming up than me.
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