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Friday, September 17, 2004

Yesterday's Events 

The most notable effects the hurricane had on the Buchanan household is that rain started blowing in our front door. We had to tack up a garbage bag around the crevice at the top of the door to keep the rain from blowing in around it. Also, the wind kept sucking the water out of the commode. It was a weird thing to see.
Other than that, we lost our power and everyone got hurricane fever. What is hurricane fever you may ask? Well, that is when everyone runs out and buys up all the food like armegeddon was coming. I remember being in Walmart Friday trying to stock up on non-perishables. There was no bread on the shelves whatsoever. All the tuna was gone as well as most of the other canned goods. It was funny seeing people walk by the bread shelves. They would stop and just stare at it. Like if they looked long enough bread would magically appear. Then after the storm hits, everyone (read everyone male) wants to get out in the crap. Even though there are advisories out and that if you have an accident, you are very much on you own, Doug wanted to drive over to 280 first thing. Before it got "too bad" of course. Needless to say, I pitched a fit and he stayed put. Then here come the boys from the other apartments. The wind is blowing them so badly they can barely walk. Where are they going. Just around to each others apartments. I couldn't figure out why everyone couldn't just settle in, read a book, play a game or take a nap. That is proper hurricane activities. But, well, what do I know? Brandi was happy just trying to waste as much food as she could, since of course she saw all the bright packages laying on the table. She wanted to open them all. No sanity in my house what so ever!
Well, here I am back at work. Brandi is here with me. I am finished with all my work, unless Nancy brings me the new members to send letters to and add to the computer. Otherwise, I will do those next week. I am ready to go back home. And settle in, read, play a game or take a nap. Leave the hurricane fever to the guys.
Bye for now!

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