Happy Hurricane Season

Or, the day when everyone agrees that the best possible course of action to prepare for severe weather is to do absolutley nothing until a Category 5 is eight seconds from landfall, then screech off to Publix and instigate bodily injury in a fight with a five-year-old in a wheelchair over the last remaining box of Triscuits.

In celebration, let us fondly remember hurricanes past. But first, mad propz to mah new homegirl, Janet D., who is awesome and kind and also probably very good-looking.

Now: HURRICANE FEVER!!!!!

Charley Approacheth
I Survived My First Hurricane and All You Got Was This Lousy Post
Charley Afterglow
Frances Approacheth
I Survived My Second Hurricane And You Are Still Only Getting Lousy Posts
Frances Afterglow
Friendboy Andy's Hurricane Kit
Jeanne: It's Just Not Fun Anymore
Shut Up, Ivan

kinda rainy at: mb@blondechampagne.com

I Think There's Also Some Sort of Dead Animal In There

I finally cleared out the 1.7 billion file folders crammed into my desk. (Oh, we do party, here at the Blonde Bachelorette Pad.) Apparently I have not only saved, but FILED, the following:

-$2 in Burger King gift certificates

-Crumbled bits of what seem to have formerly been a leaf

-Connector cables for the printer I owned two printers ago

-The paraphernalia for claiming a $30 rebate from Circuit City that I totally mailed in five weeks ago, which breaks the laws of physics, time travel, and the US Postal Service, but I'm re-mailing it anyway

-A blank Halloween card featuring cows (no envelope)

-Stack of news articles detailing how Cardinal Ratzinger will never be elected Pope

-Notes for what is clearly some sort of marvelous, world-saving essay. "blades= count, push, 4.9" they say. Also: "grosuintsfl! Remember FED!" Okay. That's a Pulitzer.

gah at: mb@blondechampagne.com