It's a French Toast Emergency!

In the DC area, when snow is predicted, the region declares a "French Toast Emergency"-and milk, bread and toilet paper disappear from store shelves. I once had the misfortune of needing some milk to make dinner one night, while on my way home a day or two before snow was predicted, and it took me three stores to find an appropriate sized carton of milk.

Hurricane Wilma is coming. Now, this hurricane is a rather large and scary storm, in fact, the other day, when Cayne and I both happened to wake up quite a bit before the alarm, when he noticed that I was up, he said to me, "Promise you won't obsess over the news today...the hurricane has dropped to the lowest pressure ever, and is now a category 5 storm." I was flabbergasted.

I'm not inclined towards panic about this storm...I've been in several hurricanes before, and just not willing to go wildeyed over this one. But, the various news stations seem to be reporting that there's a potential for impact here in Orlando, so I figured I'd go out and get the things that we should have had in the house anyway, like candles and flashlights and batteries, and bottled water.

The storm isn't supposed to arrive for quite a few days. It took four stores yesterday for me to get bottled water.

(I so need a weather icon....)