Hasta la vista....

She's a'comin.' F--that bitch--no, not dreaded Flo (though who knows when she'll next make her appearance in my post-D&C world) but Frances--many thanks to Sugarblossom for the clever relevant reference.

Depending on Frances's final landfall point -- which is looking dreadfully like it'll be close to my hometown -- you may not be reading/hearing from me for awhile (what's that? Hallelujah, you say?). Out where I live, the power goes out if one of my dogs fart so I'm expecting complete darkness come Friday night or Saturday, whenever this bitch roars her ugly mouth at us.

I am not taking this lightly--the jokes/sarcasm are my way of dealing with the overwhelming terror that is my world right now. At the risk of possibly offending some of you, know that I am not religious in the least. I am -- as I will sometimes joke-- a lapsed Catholic. In truth I am probably agnostic. But I guess I'm a hypocritical lapsed Catholic/agnostic because right now I am praying so hard that the roof does not blow off, that the walls do not cave in, that no one I know and love (or even strangers for that matter) are injured or killed--realizing that may be a futile hope (that bitch never really leaves, does she?). But mostly I pray selfishly that my world, my little piece of the world as I know it--my husband and two dear furboys--come through it with me unscathed. They are all that I have right now and I don't know how I could go on if something were to happen to them.

So if you're religious or not, please pray for us, all of us in Florida, especially southeast Florida because it looks as though our 12 year run of 'luck' has finally come to an end. If you can't or won't pray (and I can't say I blame you), please send us all the good vibes, wishes, thoughts, etc., you can. The terror is real, the fear is so palpable you could cut it with a knife and I am only one of millions.