Monday, August 13, 2007
we feel fine
Ben keeps saying it's the end of the world, God hates us, and the like. We are awaiting the arrival of Hurricane Flossie, which will either a) vindicate my anxiety by ripping the roof off our house and/or flooding away all of our beloved crap or b) make me admit I'm a bozo as I sheepishly survey the frivolous canned goods I bought and hope Ben forgets that I wanted to seal our wedding photos in Ziploc bags.
About an hour ago, there was a 5.3 earthquake that sent me scurrying out of the house in my humiliating at-home clothes (stretched out, thin Old Navy camisole with super-short, yet baggy, shorts that expose the waistband of my granny panties).
I guess no matter what happens, even if it's just a strong breeze, I will always end up looking a fool.
At least I get to spend all day tomorrow finishing Harry Potter and eating Spaghetti-Os (with franks!), Cocoa Krispies, cinnamon graham crackers, and all the other junk foods I decided were absolute necessities for the impending disaster. You can't tell me the Katrina victims who stocked up on Kashi bars and dried fruit didn't regret it.
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We might be hitting you up for some of those Coco Krispies. This was the extent of our hurricane preparedness:
N (from home): Do we have food in the house?
E(from work): I think so.
E: Since you have off tomorrow, want to fix the compost bin?
N: (grumbles)
And, for some unexplained reason, the schools have off, but the juvenile court doesn't. I guess kids don't have to leave home unless they've committed crimes.
why was N asking you about food while he was in the house? how silly.
you're welcome to come over for some Krispies! we also have a case of saimin and vegetarian ravioli!
Ben sounds like Pat Robertson!
I missed reading your blog for a month or so and came back to read that your married. Wow. Talk about "if you miss a little, you miss a lot." Puts my blogging to shame.
CONGRATULATIONS!
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