Stormy Weather

My husband is going camping with his buddy this weekend, so I will be on my own. Ahhh, house to myself. Almost. My son will be home, but he is a 13-year-old, so he will be cooped up in his room doing what 13-year-olds do. Whatever that is.

The fun part is, there is a hurricane a-comin'!!!!!

I really hope it's not a-comin' here, but just close enough to make for some really windy, stormy weather. If it does, I will be dragging my son to the beach with me (because I am a chicken and can't go by myself when the water is like the above picture). I have a phobia of water. I don't know what is in it (or maybe I do, and I am afraid of what I know is in it) and I can't see where my feet are, and I may step in a big hole that will suck me down. That would be certain death. I can't swim. And when it's rough out, it is beautiful, but it could very well come and get me and I will be lost forever. You never know how far up those waves are coming! But I will brave it, along with my son who will be rolling his eyes and asking "Why exactly are we going to the beach when it is raining and the wind is blowing a gale?" It will be worth it, because I just might get some more shots like the one above. Except maybe they will actually be in focus. Maybe.

If there is no blog on Monday, please come rescue us, although by then it may be too late.

Unrelated:

My mother gets back in town tomorrow, so next week, I won't have to wash my one pair of work pants EVERY DAY, because she can salvage the pair I have almost destroyed single-handedly, and also hem the others right the first time!! (My poor mom).