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August 17, 2008

Whoa. Wait. Go Back a Minute. WHAT

...was that forecast for Wednesday...?

Posted by tree hugging sister at August 17, 2008 07:17 PM

Comments

Ouch. Batten down, dear.

Posted by: Ken S, Fifth String on the Banjo of Life at August 17, 2008 08:56 PM

Batten down and beer up! Oh, and watch out for the Squid Terrorist -- he's sly, that one.

Posted by: The_Real_JeffS at August 17, 2008 09:17 PM

Come on up for a visit, got the keys to the sister's condo in VT, major dad can golf and we can shop.

Posted by: Kcruella at August 17, 2008 09:30 PM

My motto here in Tampa. If it's Catagory 3, I'm going to flee.

Posted by: barking spider at August 18, 2008 10:27 AM

Keep your tank full, buddy! You've got a room here if'n you need one. (AND as long as you don't bring it WITH you {8^P)

Posted by: tree hugging sister at August 18, 2008 10:30 AM