There I was, minding my own business, watching stupid tv with Todd and carding up some more of the rambouillet fleece… when the wool monster attacked!

Believe it or not, Max was even nice about it this time. He sat there for an hour watching my card. Poor guy must have missed me last weekend.

…or at least a tropical storm to get me off my toushe and start blogging again. What are the odds?

So these are the current models for Tropical Storm Dolly (courtesy of Weather Underground):

Interesting, no?

Well, it gets better. See the red arrow in the picture below?

That’s where I live. Nifty, eh?

No panic here (unless you count the mass rush on plywood at the hardware store). The storm may completely miss us or we might be wake boarding down the streets in a few days. For now, I’m off to make sure a few elderly friends have everything they might need.

I got this in my email this morning.

My parent’s live in Australia. I live in South Texas. I don’t see them much. I miss them.