June 1st YAY!

The beginning of hurricane season. This is the time of year we get soaked, blown, sweaty, exhausted and left in the dark. Sounds kinky huh? It's also the time, where later on in the year we go hurricane and school shopping all in one trip. We go from Target to Home Depot then to the grocery store.
We get socks, underwear, and paper. Then flashlights and batteries, then food. Why 3 stores? Because for me at least I know everybody and their brother will be at the Super Wal-Fart doing the same shopping and I truly despise that store. Although, with the economy the way it is, I will probably be among the herd being prodded as I am corralled into that God-forsaken place, ramming into others' carts and beating someone over the head for the last flashlight or last package of paper or last jar of peanut butter.

It's also the time of year where the doom and gloom forecasters will tell us how active this season will be. Then we get more panicked, digging an underground bunker suitable for the Zombie Apocalypse that I am sure will happen, spending money we don't have, only to find that the "active season" only applies to the storms in the Atlantic that never reach us.

Then we are stuck eating baked beans and peanut butter sandwiches for the next nine months like we are pregnant and craving weird food combinations. SIGH

I know I know mocking you all in my head
It's better to be prepared and not need it then not be prepared and have to wait on the roof waiting to be rescued from the Zombies"

Bite me