Already, the lines at the gas station are 10 deep, and the shelves at the grocery stores have been emptied of water, beer, and anything you can eat without cooking it. Forget about buying batteries.
The tourists have been sent packing, and the Florida Keys have been evacuated.
Yes, Florida is in a full-fledged panic over hurricane/tropical storm Ernesto.
I'm blaming it all on Tara. I think it's been three years now that we have spent her birthday sitting in the dark eating tuna sandwiches, and maneuvering our way around the patio furniture in the living room.
Oh, well, Ernesto, bring it on. At least I'll find out if my new roof leaks.