Hurricane Rita

Okay... since I'm behind the camera most of the time, this is as good as it gets for me. :) Okay... now on to Hurricane Rita...

Pugitta isn't taking the hurricane seriously, but Mr. Fuggs is howling mad that we didn't stockpile extra beef jerky in our emergency bag.

Paul, just like the girl he is, is ALWAYS on the cell phone. Yap Yap Yap... just like a girl. Please note the stockpile of coffee. We have our priorities!! (but if you want to be an ass and tell us that we're idiots for stockpiling all that coffee you shoud know that they're filled with our backup supply of water -- now find a heavy object and hit yourself on the head since I can't do it.)

Shane... going through what's left in the pantry. Why he has the towell around his neck we may never know. He's just odd that way.

SALE SALE SALE... everything must go! See a car you like? Make an offer, as this pre-flood sale won't last long (note: MR2 not for sale).

Here are the skies looking south-east. The sun is shining right at me in this shot, so it looks a little underexposed around the trees (note how sunny it is in the previous photo).

Mr. Fuggs makes one final check through our heavy-duty battery powered tools. Yes... the battery compartments ARE water-tight (these tools are made for working in the rain) so no chance of shock if it comes down to it.

We have all the essentials... oil... Mac-n-Cheese... a BlackBerry... a watch.. and plenty of coffee (again... if you think it's really coffee please hit yourself on the head AGAIN for me... this time try to cause some damage.)

Oops... my bad. Forgot the beer. Okay... NOW we have all the essentials.

The pugs inspect the lawn furniture before it's all taken inside. Personally, I don't care for the furniture... I'd rather "give" it to my neighbors and was thinking that Rita would help me do that... but Shane and Paul insist that they still have usefulness, so we're hauling it inside.

The booze cabinet... the glass in the doors may be the only glass in the house we board up.

Shane prepares for one final inspection of the 'fridge.

Ahh yes... the fridge in all it's glory. We might need more beer.

This is Paul, and like a girl he's still on the phone. He keeps trying to hi-five me. GEEK!

A little more back yard action... bright and sunny.

A view from the back yard... the wind has picked up a little, but nothing big just yet.

Another shot from the back yard (the breakfast room of the house is on the right side of the picture. The Pugs are on the left side, right out of the picture... but I can't show what they're doing.)