While Hanna is no longer projected to hit us as a hurricane, she is projected to dump a lot of rain right over top of us. The gov'ner declared a state of emergency yesterday in an effort to get all of the emergency ready teams on the alert and, um, ready.
However, as of noon today, Nascar officials declared business as usual and the race will go on--for tonight at least. The county's finest--that would be my dearest husband--is out in force to ensure peace and tranquility among the drunk rednecks with nothing better to do than watch cars go around in circles...really fast.
For those keeping track--that means I am, once again, home alone and woefully outnumbered by short ones and animals. Oh yeah, and there's a hurricane/ tropical storm coming through. Don't worry about us though. We're survivalists in this house! There's gas for the camp stove and enough staples in the pantry--including boxed milk--to keep us all (animals included) fat and happy for a week or two should we find ourselves trapped by the raising flood waters. I even managed to clean up the backyard so we don't get killed by a toy dump truck crashing through the dining room window. Can't do anything about the 150ft oak tree right that's aimed right over our bedroom. It's held for over 80 years--it can hold for one more storm.
A couple other folks right in Hanna's path--Melanie, Tina, and Amy--stay safe and I'll see ya'll on the flip side, if not sooner if we somehow managed to escape losing electricity.