Slightly Less Calm

When I last left you in the saga known as Hurricane Ike, it was very calm before the storm. Now, it is slightly less calm, but it will get much worse. Curfews are being issued. People are supposed to be taking shelter. Our stupid neighbors are partying on their driveways. I am trying not to judge. Okay, I am judging. They are IDIOTS.

Shlomo often accuses me of just using this blog to report things that he does which do not portray him in the best light. Well, I will offer up one on myself. Today, we taped an "X" on all of our windows. It may or may not help them not break during the storm. There are conflicting reports.

Anyhoo, we discovered that the window in the garage had not been taped. Shlomo was looking for the tape. I was focused on my computer screen composing a journal entry about Loco. (I try not to subject you fine folks to that!) Shlomo is tearing up the house looking for the tape. Tearing up the house was not a difficult task...the house is pretty much trashed from the moving of all the stuff.

Finally, I got up to help him search. I went to the kitchen thinking it was probably on the counter somewhere between the vanilla cake and peanut butter cookies that I had purchased as part of our emergency rations. Maybe it was under the Snickers bars or behind the peanut M&Ms. It could be anywhere.

Then I hear, "Anshel, you dumbass. It was right beside you!"

Me in disbelief: "WTF?"

Shlomo: "Yep, it was on the end table...just the other side of your iced tea."

So, there you have it. I am not perfect. I am not always at my best. Oh well. Hopefully, I will be able to keep you posted, but if we lose power, I obviously will not. If that was a run-on sentence, I apologize. Sometimes, there are more important things than grammar. I cannot believe I said that.