I am, after all, a proud Northern Californian with a few under her belt. Add that to the yearly earthquake drills we had in school, and our DC tremor was old hat. We took our places underneath our dining room table and just waited. I even gave myself a pat on the back for the calm demeanor I had (in general - except my "Get under the table - it's an earthquake!" declaration) throughout the crisis.
But this? Not so much.
I'm all about having peace if the ground opens up to swallow me, but winds, flooding, and possible evacuation? Eeeeek, there is no calm Tif here - nope, I'm not even going to pretend.
I made my list and I'm checking it twice. I'm gassing up the car today and pulling a wad out of the bank just in case. And hubby, who - by the way - thinks that this storm won't touch us, will be doing a final run for batteries and water tonight.
And to think we aren't even on the North Carolina coast, where Irene expects to undoubtedly trample through.
I've stocked up on some books I've been wanting to read, in case we are stuck without power, and if Nyla has run out of juice.
Hubby has even taken the uber-laissez faire route just to balance out my hyper vigilance, making me even more spastic. My poor sweet Hubby, he just can't win sometimes.
I hope that that my fellow east coasters stay safe this weekend! I'll be praying for Irene to change her mind and head East into the waters.
P.S. And no, I don't like tornados either. I'll pass on the Yellow Brick Road experience, thank you.
