It’s a pretty storm. Not as intimidating as our other ones, but it is pretty. I think all storms are beautiful, even the ones that scare the shit out of me. He’s not tracking to smoosh us in Orlando right now. That’s a good thing. I have class. I can’t miss it because I have to work. But I have a job with a utility company that demands that I help with post-storm recovery… Le sigh…..
August 29th, 2006 at 10:00 am
At least the state isn’t sending your husband to track it to make sure it doesn’t blow down any bridges. ::grumble grumble::
August 29th, 2006 at 10:35 am
Wow… I thought I had a craptastic assignment. I shall shut up now.
August 29th, 2006 at 10:45 am
What do you have to do?
August 29th, 2006 at 10:47 am
I am going to have to go to dispatch. It’s fun for a while, sending the guys out to take care of issues, but it can be really stressful. Honestly, I would rather dive in mud and help them out in the field, but I’m a gurl….so I get to stay inside and order them around. I get to wear my happy pants (pajama pants)….it’s not that bad.
August 29th, 2006 at 10:57 am
I would love to do my job in pajama pants. I do wear fuzzy socks though, because my office is cold. And he *should* be back by Thursday, so I guess I shouldn’t complain. But I still don’t like it!
August 29th, 2006 at 11:13 am
great satellite pic btw
August 29th, 2006 at 11:21 am
I don’t blame you, Claire. Thursday is soon…ish.
Thanks Cat…. my meanderings through procrastination sometimes produces interesting results….
August 29th, 2006 at 11:58 am
Can you please cancel my work for tomorrow so that I can lay around in my underwear and drink beer?
Thanks!
August 29th, 2006 at 12:10 pm
ROFL!!! I will write you a note Anne. I just had this image of you laying about in a bathrobe with your hair in curlers with a cigarette hanging out of your mouth and a beer in your hand… it was a funny image.