This is a super super suuuuuuuuuuuper delayed story on hurricane Irene. I haven’t worked on a blog post in quite a while – my life has been completely consumed by work, the flu, doctor appointments, surgeon appointments (remember my disdain for my shins – they must have read this story and are now punishing me), and just a general lack of wanting to do anything because I’ve allowed all the little (and big) annoyances in my life affect me too much. They say that the best way to combat being unhappy is to put a smile on your face, so I’m going to put a smile of my blog face…that’s me trying to say that I’m posting a story! I’m not so good with the words all the time.
When hurricane Irene passed through VA, I made an afternoon of cuddling up inside with movies and blankets…and standing on my balcony filming Irene’s fury.
At first I thought we could be friends.
But Irene had other things in mind.
She sprayed her rain spit all over my face and pulled a piece of my apartment complex off.
I don’t like Irene.
I happened to be filming the exact moment Irene decided my apartment complex had too much metal on it and thought she’d help out by tearing it off and throwing it to the ground.
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