Good grief, Irene!
Well, it looks like a Hurricane Irene® is headed our way, and I just got back from the market. My fellow city dwellers were filling their carts with bottled water, Glade candles, Spaghetti-Os and D cell batteries. Being a former Camp Fire Girl, we at Casa de Cranki are also prepared – saltilicious meat in a can was purchased, batteries recharged, board games were selected from the hall closet. Peanut butter – check. Granola bars – check. Booze – check. Astro Glide – check. Prepare for the worst and hope for the best – all the best to our readers on the Eastern Seaboard!
Why are hurricanes named after women?
Because they arrive wet and wild, then leave with your house and car.