Well, “She’s” decided to head our way…………………………….well, we are not a very wide state to begin with anyway.

We’ve added locked gas caps to all our vehicles.  I like to (and I try to) remain optimistic about my fellow man.  I also think it’s always prudent and good common sense not to test that optimism.  Adding some locks & keys to the situation and a back up 9mm just helps to maintain an optimistic, open-minded approach to things.

Our generator DID crank up with a new battery and a new spark plug. Should we be concerned about the excessive black smoke and some inconsequential sparks???…………………………..naw…………………….  But we still have a chunk of hours remaining to poke around and under “old sparky” and see what might have nested or left ignitable kindling around the generator’s nooks and crannies………………..

**********(note to self—–learn how to clean a carburetor before the next hurricane.)**********

A little dusting and general house-cleaning might just do the trick and……………………………..(you guessed it…………………Bob’s your uncle!).  If the post-Irma weather forecasts are accurate, we are going to want to have “old sparky” humming to be able to run the air-conditioner occasionally to cool down our sweaty, scummy-ness.

I have a list of foods that might not necessarily make me feel better. Maybe they just keep me busy.  Or maybe I have such a short attention span, that the length of time it takes me to chew and swallow, is just enough time for my mind to go blank.

I have foods I eat to make me happy———(and how do tighter jeans and their corresponding straining zippers and snaps make me happier?!?)………………..hmmmmmmm, and the answer is—–nope, they don’t

But I DON’T CARE.  IRMA’s COMING!!!!!!!!!  WHO CARES IF I AM EVER SLIM &  SVELTE AGAIN?!!?

I have foods I eat when I am nervous……………WHICH IS NOW!!!

And then there are good foods……………(but, I doubt I’ll talk about them much today)………….HA!

I can tell you that after this whole Irma-thing—–Patrice and I are going to be good buddies, because my over-alls (Patrice) are the only clothes that I am going to be able to fit in after this, because of ALL of the food categories that I am stuffing into my face.

I am one of those Looney-Tunes-Buzz-Saws right now.  Crumbs flying everywhere.  You may just loose fingers if you get too close.

…………………..Dr. Atkins I am so very sorry.  You and I have been such good friends in the past.  My cholesterol thanks you, my blood pressure thanks you, my skinny jeans thank you, my underwire bras thank you————Patrice doesn’t care (I do love her apathy & easy-going forgiveness)…………………….but there’s not enough room on my plate for you right now Dr. Atkins, because of all of the refined sugars and lard and comfort-carbs………………..my plate is piled triple-layer-high.

I will visit with you again, Dr. Atkins…………………I will…………………I promise.

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I have foods that I seek out and eat when I’m sad or depressed………………….those days I call “My Canned Spaghetti Days”.

Room-temperature, canned spaghetti…………….that’s right up there with ambrosia of the depressed Gods.  With or without meatballs…………….it doesn’t matter.  But let’s talk about those meatballs (or maybe we shouldn’t)………………..what IS the meat in those perfectly-formed & rolled, little meatballs?  Do we really want to know?

………………….could it be my ultimate:  “I got even with you”/revenge to that mean Belgian mare?  Is that where bad Belgian mares go? …………………………could be?  I’m okay with that…………………………she was really mean………….and round.

But room-temperature, canned spaghetti.  I’ve done my research.  I don’t tend towards the brand names ones.  The generic are the best………………the ones with little bits of tomato-sauce/colored fat floating on the top.  I’ve given this a lot of thought.  I muse while I eat out of the can.  Oh yes, that’s another unwritten rule, you have to eat it out of the can…………………un-heated…………………I don’t know why but hey———I don’t make the rules———I just follow them (?)

………………………And it’s important to gaze off into middle distance nothingness.

WalMart, Winn-Dixie, Kash n’Karry, Publix…………………all the store brand ones are tasty and good………………I don’t like whatever brand is currently at DollarTree.  Always go for the 15 ounce cans………………………totally satisfying.  The bigger cans are just suicide in a cylinder.

Why do I do these things?

I really don’t know……………………………….my Father had another saying that I like to apply at times like these………………………”It’s just like the man who sat on the cactus……………..it seemed like a good idea at the time.”

I muse on these intangibles, while staring off into middle distance thoughtlessness, while eating my overly-processed, canned spaghetti.

People have their special foods for special times………………………………and this IS a special time.

THE WIND JUST EMPTIED THE WATER OUT OF TAMPA BAY.

WWWWWWHHHHHAAAAAATTTTTTT!!!????!!!

*************************Ole’ Sparky IS RUNNING!!!!!!!!!!! (w/o sparks & black smoke)!!!———-Houston We Have Lift Off!!!!!!!

Gotta Go———————————-

Catch you on the Flip-Flop……………………………………………….