Hubby keeps saying that it's just a matter of time before we end up in Houston. Not entirely sure why that is (although a big, hot, Southern city sounds just right to me) but I am glad we're not there just now.
In honor of our friends in Houston, Hubby and I had a little bit of our own Hurricane Ike experience, last night and this morning:
We cleaned up standing water (because someone knocked the refrigerator plug out of the socket and everything melted on the kitchen floor).
We discarded defrosted food (don't worry, it was just yesterday's pitcher of frozen mochas. I can make more.)
Hubby spent some time in the dark, cursing (because he banged his foot on a broken rocking chair that was sitting in the kitchen.)
We got hot & sweaty (oooh, baby, and on a Tuesday night, too!)
We found a roofing shingle on our deck (Hmmm...that's what you get for buying your house from the widow of a Stand Up Guy.)
I burned myself, lighting a candle.
I resigned myself to waiting for repairmen (the fridge and the lawn tractor, this time.)
So, to Jill, Casey, and all the rest, just know that Hubby and I are totally in solidarity with you.