Fuck. I know when not to take these things lightly...150 miles...fuck. This is when living a block from the beach is the worst thing in the world. Our weekend plans now consist of collars, tags, gas, medicine, all my photo albums being packed up, sedative for our four cats, small cages for our three birds and a trip for Bogie. This shit is not worth living here...now I am considering moving north.
"I suggest you look at pictures of Long Beach when Camille hit...then maybe you will decide to come on to my house" -- Mama
"Mom...I work at the freakin' library. I see pictures from Camille atleast twice a week" -- Me
See...that is the problem. I see those pictures at least twice a week. I am fucking terrified.
On the other hand my husband is as calm as he can be. This is the one time it pays to be married.
Posted by Shannon_50 at July 8, 2005 11:11 AMThanks goodness for husbands who are calm in these anxiety ridden times. I am a nervous wreck. I had to drive all the way to Biloxi this morning to get cat medicine and then run home to get ready for work. Somewhere between Biloxi and home, when I got some gas, i lost my debit card, so now our card is cancelled and we have nothing but checkbooks to get us through. How freekin' fun-tab-u-lous is that?
Posted by: jessa at July 8, 2005 02:10 PM