Greetings from the other side of impending doom (good one, www.theweatherchannel.com)!
After forecasters offered us fun words like “POUNDED” and “SLAMMED,” here we are. Not homeless, pounded or slammed. We were so lucky. Aside from some window leakage in the grub’s room, we moonwalked away from hurricane Irene cooler than Matthew McConaughey. The air outside smells like the boardwalk. The trees look fashionably slender. Creepy gross mushrooms grew in our yard overnight and the wheelbarrow left in our yard by a neglectful maintenance man is now full of mud water, mosquitos, centipedes and – well, who cares after centipedes? Nothing is worse than those guys.
I say we came out on top since we didn’t lose power. It did flicker to remind me to be grateful. I am.
We had fun yesterday. I made brownies and coconut-bourbon almond crusted tilapia. We watched Suckerpunch (boo). We took pictures! I drank wine while Kevin fell asleep on the couch… then I kept talking to him like he was awake because I was two glasses deep and needed to share my thoughts on the movie, twitter, wedding stuff, french bulldogs, skin care regimens, how much I weigh… you know, stuff guys like to talk about. I’m pretty considerate.
(And mark my (his) words – he said we could have a French Bulldog as long as he chose her name.)
Right now it’s close to 3am and if I don’t get to bed, I’ll probably be in a world of trouble tomorrow. So, pictures!
We took the trash out and got soaked together.
Later it was couch/party/attack time.
Finally, time to go upstairs for bath/bed. Tilapia & wine time for everyone in the house who pays taxes!
Okay, goodnight. I hope you’re all reading this on a brightly lit, fully charged screen in a brightly lit room with a tv on nearby just for background noise. Having your power on is a wonderful thing.
