Hurricane Rita

Pugitta and Mr. Fuggs relax, but know there is still some investigative work to be done... so their nap is short-lived.

Just me... and my Pepsi Wild Cherry... updating the website.

Love that BlackBerry... bummer, all I've received are messages from KimmieD. She's noth of us in Conroe at her parent's house... took her almost 14 hours to get there from downtown Houston last night.

The walkie-talkies are all charged up and ready for action. "Breaker-breaker and a 10-4 good buddy."

The pugs pass by the first station on our list. Their investigations return a "paws up" so it looks like these units are ready for action.

Here are the two battery backup units we plan to use to power the jukebox and disco ball in case there is no power in the house, so we can dance to our old CDs of RUN DMC and M.C. Hammer (no one can find my collection of Hansen CDs).

Paul is worried about the storm... but finds time to relax regardless (note beer in lower frame of picture.)

Some coooool change. We're going to head out in a moment on a Beef Jerky run!!

Got an extra battery specifically for the light. This baby will last for days on end, and will be used to light our disco ball once the music starts. Now... if only I can find my bell-bottom pants (I hope I didn't accidentally give it to Good Will when I was making those Hurricane Katrina runs.)

Our neighbors have boarded up their south-facing windows, but have no plans to board the north side. Not sure why, really.

The skies are filling a little more with clouds, but still very sunny at the moment.

The pugs investigate the back lawn and their final report back to the office indicates that the lawn is in need of water in order to survive. I think we can take care of that. (oh -- side note: last night one of our neighbors was watering his lawn!!! Can you believe that??)

Now to check out what's happening... ON GUNSMOKE!! Looks like someone tried to wrastle someone else's cattle. So he got booted in the mud. Tough luck for the cattle wrastler.

Here is the catle wrastler gett'n an old-fashioned talk'n to. BAAAAD CATLE WRASTLER... BAAAAAD!!!

Oh crap... Paul switched it back to the hurricane news. We may never know what happened to the cattle wrastler.

It's been a slow day, and sales are down in the car lot. We may have to offer better deals if some of these puppies don't sell fast. If I put them on eBay I'm sure my dad will bid on them... although the reserve may be too high (he'll still bid under the reserve, but at least it will get the bidding started.)