Hurricane Rita

Last minute checks before the weather starts getting too bad. Beer fridge -- CHECK!

Booze supplies -- CHECK!

Shane, workin in the kitchen -- GAY!

Pug, slacking on a couch -- NORMAL!

Paul's computer with broadband wireless internet access -- CHECK!

Television with nothing good on to watch (as Gunsmoke is over) -- CHECK!

Library room overtaken with lawn furniture -- CHECK!

Here I am, greezie hair and all, at the helm of Hurrican Rita Central (actually, I'm probably just playing solitare).

We whip out the mighty box of Mac-n-Cheese. There was only one box left at the quickie-mart when we were looking for more Beef Jerky. So we got it. PLUS it has an instant savings discount on it. But, it was only NOW when we learned the awful truth...

The "Save Now" coupon is ONLY good when you purchase two at a time. OH... I FEEL SO VIOLATED!! Those quickie-mart clerks KNEW what they were doing!!!

Sitr-Crazyness starts to set in as Paul and I act out great moments in history (here a historic battle faught in the holy land) using nothing more than common household kitchen utensils. And just in case you're wondering... I WON!

I also learned that if you empty out various amounts of water from the coffee cans you can get different sounds from them. Here I am performing my rendition of the drum solo from Rush's "Tom Sawyer."

While I'm pounding away at my new found drumset, Paul has discovered a magical land where butterflies and fairy tales exist as he puts the finishing touches on his magical playland mystery inside house fort.

Pugitta, not to be upstaged, quickly gets in the picture... but still, Paul basks in the glory that is "magical land Fort Paul."

Not to be further upstaged, Pugitta demonstrates her continued displeasure by putting an "end" to Paul's antics.

The Pugs decide it's time for a quick snooze. It has been a long day for the Pugs.

Ahhh... poor sleepy-tired Mr. Fuggs. Don't go to sleep, Mr. Fuggs... or we might EAT you.

What??? Eat you? Nooooo... I didn't say "EAT" you. Now, unbuldge your eyes and go back to sleep!

Paul makes comments to his favorite "unofficial I LOVE TITO" website, where he posts several comments in support of Michael's 'not guilty' verdict.

A beer can... after Shane SUCKED the life right out of it.

To further our safety, Shane gives us all a crash course in the proper way to garnish a gin martini.

Jalapeno Olives = GOOD. Fruity Cherry Garnish = GAY.

Before I set my flux capacitor back to September 24, 2005 I took this photo of empty booze bottles... an image of things to come.

A few more final checks before the "big one" hits... Paul does his duty by checking the remaining power on our D-size batteries. It sure did sting him somthing fierce... sooooo....

Why hurt yourself when the Pugs are more than willing to give 'em a go! COME ON MS. LICKIE-PANTS... LICK IT! LICK IT!!

A litte popcorn might be in order. Man... how many popcorns have we had already. I think we might be going through our supplies a little too fast.

Oh NO!!! Paul is scarffing the Beef Jerky like it's going out of style!! If we keep eating like this, we'll be out of food supplies by 3:00 am!!! THEN what will we do???

I think Shane has found the answer to our food problems!

Ohhhhh noooo... The Pugs aren't gonna like this.

Paul gets hungry for more Jerky... so a little hot sauce and a juicy pug leg....

mmmm, mmmm... now that's CRAZY-TASTY!!!

A second attempt by Paul delivers unexpected results. Time for a new plan.