(I did not ask to be saved)
TS Humberto was bearing down on us. Yes, I will admit I was excited! I would finally be able to put some of my hurricane supplies to use!
My Hurricane food supply is extensive. Honestly, I could feed the neighborhood for a week. I love a challenge and fixing breakfast lunch and dinner without electricity would have provided just that.
OK, perhaps I am not taking in all the variables. There is also the possible flooding, the possible trees thru the roof, the possible fire ant attack…
But, darn it… I am prepared and would like to put my mini drills into action… The real deal.
(Yes, my dear sweet hubby would like to have me analyzed by a professional.)
It is not all my fault, he has put a stop to all my “adventures” and in so doing has caused a build-up of itchy desires to participate in something outside of the norm. Something that will test me.
Alas, a cold front pushed Humberto over to Beaumont. We did not even get a sprinkle, just a gentle breeze off of the coast.
A side note: A cold front in Texas is nothing like the cold fronts that paralyzed us in the foothills of the Rocky Mountains. Nope, a cold front here only means we might not hit 90 today.
With every report of an impending cold front, I send out a company memo to remind everyone to grab their parkas and mittens!
HA! No one around here seems to know what a parka is. Nor do they understand the need for special boots when it snows.