On notice

That's it. I've had enough. Hurricanes -- you're on notice.

Every big event we plan, a hurricane comes along and tries to elbow its way in door. Our wedding in 2003 was preceded by a hurricane that nearly blew everything into the Atlantic, and now our Labor Day picnic is being threatened by the remains of Ernesto. I'll be grilling 15 lbs of ribs and 20 lbs of chicken from a dinghy.

Posted by Evan at August 31, 2006 02:39 PM

 

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