Recovery Efforts
After listening to a couple of news reports regarding Ophelia I'm pretty sure it's time for me to start sandbagging around my home. Hopefully the rest of neighborhood will chip in as I'm on the highest lot in the subdivision and my front lawn could be used as a shelter of last resort.
I'll be stocking up on supplies since I'm pretty sure there's a law that requires all inhabitants of North Carolina within sixty miles of the coast to rush to the grocery store to purchase twelve loaves of bread, eight gallons of milk and thirty-two bags of ice. We're also required to fill up every container possible (including old milk jugs) with gasoline so we're able to wait for at least a day for the power company to repair downed lines.
I'll be forced to clean up the yard (as I can't have those pink flamingos I bought this summer don't get missing).
In the unlikely event that I turn up missing during or shortly after Ophelia passes through North Carolina please send a goldphish recovery team and beer to the area noted on the map below.
Make sure they don't forget the beer.
Good luck Phin and if I can find any beer down here in Mississippi I'll be sure to send you some. Most of it has already been drunk. Sorry. First come, first serve. :)
Posted by: seawitch at September 12, 2005 04:35 PMGood luck, glad to see you have a sense of humor about this, and why IS it that when bad weather threatens, the grocery stores all run out of toilet paper? You'd think wiping your butt would be the last of everyone's worries!
Posted by: Theresa at September 12, 2005 05:07 PMDon't joke too much - maybe God is coming. To send you to ... well, you know.
:P
/TJ
As your closest blood relative not in the immediate area, I've got "dibs" on the flamingos...
Posted by: Confederate Yankee at September 12, 2005 07:33 PMOh crap! That makes me so not happy...be safe be safe be safe...
Be safe, would ya?
Posted by: sadie at September 13, 2005 03:14 AMseawitch: hopefully since it's only a cat one / tropical storm I won't need too much beer, just enough to quiet the voices.
Theresa: I think everyone's wiping a lot, you know just in case they have to bend over and kiss their ass good-bye. At least when it's a major storm.
TJ: hopefully I won't be making any trips to the big phishbowl in the sky anytime in the near future.
CY: You can have the pink flamingos, in honor of Kanye West I'm switching over to Snowmingos (White flamingos that'll match my sheet and hood).
Sadie: Nothing to worry 'bout. I'll be safe and the missus will more than likely make sure I behave.
Posted by: phin at September 13, 2005 09:11 AMWhat's this I hear this morning on the radio about they think the storm may strengthen?? Seek high ground, bring along tons of toilet paper, water and batteries. Stay safe, k?
Posted by: Theresa at September 13, 2005 09:26 AMstay safe, uncle! nothing can replace a phish of such talents
Posted by: amelie at September 13, 2005 09:39 AMTake care of yourselves!
Posted by: Kathy at September 13, 2005 10:57 AM
