The worst of the storm is supposed to hit tonight, but things started up early. Despite the torrential rains and tropical storm force winds the mail was still delivered. I felt for the poor guy. The Postmaster General must be one tough cookie to make the mail carriers get out there. Now the jogger that I saw run past the house was just plain dumb.
Even the Sunday paper was delivered--a day early. It was just the Good Life section (including the comics) and advertisements. I guess they weren't going to make their deliverers work during the worst of the storm.
Rick's idea of 72-hour emergency food supply was a stack of pizzas.
And then at 11:30 am our power went out.
5 comments:
That man of yours is nuts! Pizza!
Hahaha sounds like what Weston would stock up on.
And yeah, that jogger was dumb.
i am with rick!
I am tucking that into my hurricane prep box! "Get 4 pizzas"
We actually had six but ate two of them the night before.
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