There's a storm a brewing, Frankenstorm, the Perfect Storm, Super Storm, your mom on a typical day!
First rule of such a storm, is to NOT go on that shrimp boat with George Clooney.
"Come on! We'll be alright! Just going to be a little storm!!!"
Or was that from Brokeback Mountain?
Was George in that movie?
He should have been.
Of course, I, here in Indiucky, is just on the edge of the push, sending some cold waves your way to make it a 'Perfect Storm'.
But it doesn't mean we're not getting the wind, some rain, a little snow, some guy named Steve knocking on my door to tell me about Jesus.
"Go away Steve! CNN has complete coverage of the perfect storm!"
"You know who else is the perfect storm? SATAN!"
I close the door and go back to the complete coverage.
Open is running half ass, so I decide to post my pictures, the Complete Coverage of The Perfect Storm from Indiucky.
Though if I can see the storm surge from the Atlantic from here, well, hopefully my East Coast friends can swim!!!!
The dumpster is afraid and is hiding behind the fence.
A little dog named Toto is barking.
"Let me in you fools!!!!"
I'm playing dress up as the TV plays a marathon of "My Ghost Story".
I cough a bit as a cold has made my front weeze just a little bit, a lot actually.
I've overdosed on sleepy time cold meds as it's my day off, have to go to work tomorrow, then off on Halloween to scare the little kids so much they drop their candy bags and run off fleeing into the night.
Bear has decided to "bear" out the storm and Open.Salon's problems at the picnic table, contemplating life and baskets filled with goodies.
"Where have all the baskets gone? Filled with nummy nummy nummy nums!!? WILL THEY EVER BE BACK???"
To all my friends directly in the path of this Sandy, be careful!
Hopefully you have plenty of toilet paper and wine to make it through!